Was There Ever Anything That Meant Anything?

I know, we all know

the meaning of our personal lives…

or, we don’t know, or, we think we know

or, no…

all based on supposition that we had any

idea about it anyway, based on, as Vonnegut

did say, the bad chemicals in our brains.

There’s so much more to get over than anything

you could learn, in fact, you’ll learn more by

getting over everything…. I mean, children,

no one said it would be easy.  My parents

only showed me how hard it would be to be

myself…the path shown to me was one where

it would have been much simpler not to be.

Too soon?