Looking for meaning inside the data.
I see it happen,
I see it happening,
Something about being the exotic spice. The extra flavour that improves, but is not indispensable.
Something about being all these things, and yet nothing.
And I ask myself why I search incessantly for meaning?
rewind, slow-motion, repeat.
Only it did not.
I see it happening,
fast-forward, next chapter, picture perfect.
But it won't.
Something about being the exotic spice. The extra flavour that improves, but is not indispensable.
The tree that is not large enough to provide shade.
The flower that will not grow and therefore must die.
Something about being painted into a corner, stepping out and getting my feet soaked in the paint.
Something about being all these things, and yet nothing.
And I ask myself why I search incessantly for meaning?
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