the slippery meaning of life

quite often

i ask myself. what the hell

are we all

doing with our lives.

what's the meaning of

all this?

working

until we're old, saving,

dotting our i's,

crossing our t's.

and then resting

on a chair

in the backyard

with the birds

and wildlife.

what's the purpose of anything?

have we got

it all wrong,

is there a better way

to live out

our 70 or 80 years?

yes, there's

another book to read,

another

show to watch, another

circular conversation

with more 

unpleasant small talk.

another bagel,

another cup of coffee

and then what?