This 24 year old looks for metaphors in the world,
Something that tells me that the world has meaning.
Not realising that a lot of times,
Among all things considered,
Meaning can still be quite absurd.
Trudging through certain days,
When the meaning is flung around.
Withered thoughts come toward the town
Of metal and chains and evening satin gowns.
Tell me, where does meaning lie
When there is no bed soft enough
To let even the innocent fall asleep?