Dear philosopher-in-all-of-us,
In the ennui of mundane subsistence
If you still ponder what worth is life,
I tell you this -
Yes. There is a purpose:
To pretend being amused by marshmallows
When you are with your nephews or niece
And to help old ladies carry their groceries
Or to bunny hop in Turkish towels
With scabbards in hands or riding on brooms
And to refer your soul mate as your tail,
So that you may like a puppy chase them round
Before falling flat on bed -
And if you never had a tail or you lost it,
Go find one!
But if you still say you need nothing,
In this tiring futile world,
Then we are all needy, broken-repaired puppets
Love us please.
And if you can't have what you want
May be it is not what you need.
In the ennui of mundane subsistence
If you still ponder what worth is life,
I tell you this -
Yes. There is a purpose:
To pretend being amused by marshmallows
When you are with your nephews or niece
And to help old ladies carry their groceries
Or to bunny hop in Turkish towels
With scabbards in hands or riding on brooms
And to refer your soul mate as your tail,
So that you may like a puppy chase them round
Before falling flat on bed -
And if you never had a tail or you lost it,
Go find one!
But if you still say you need nothing,
In this tiring futile world,
Then we are all needy, broken-repaired puppets
Love us please.
And if you can't have what you want
May be it is not what you need.
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