Jul 30, 2019
2 min read
Seeking the Meaning of Life
He used to frequent the same cafe downtown,
Taking solace in the same wooden chair that beckoned him
But also put his mind at ease.
He would gaze out the window —
Taking little notice of the busying crowds swarming
Beyond his own relentless mind —
Awaiting answers from the depths of the horizon
As the sun climbed higher in the sky,
Stretching its way toward Heaven.
Or at least that’s the way it looked to the boy who still held onto hope.
