Ordinary Person

If life has meaning, then do tell me what it is –

Do whispers of distress become a din of ache

Or do we wait in sorrow for unending bliss?

I’ve walked beside these broken tracks, I’ve heard the hiss

Of rusty trains. I’ve attended regret’s long wake

If life has meaning, then do tell me what it is –

Is it a puzzle that needs solving? A grim quiz?

Or do we conjure up lies for ambition’s sake?

Or do we wait in sorrow for unending bliss?

I’ve heard the wails of pain from the disturbed abyss

I’ve seen the donjon crumble, and I’ve felt the quake

If life has meaning, then do tell me what it is –

Is it wild joy that’s toasted with champagne and fizz?

A senseless thrill for skewers, well-done steak, and cake?

Or do we wait in sorrow for unending bliss?

I’ve held her, and I’ve lost her like a forgotten kiss

I’ve felt my torment echo, and my stronghold shake

If life has meaning, then my grief is all there is

Or do I wait in sorrow for unending bliss?