Bulletin Board

Bulletin Board
by me(whatever)

It was written on the bulletin board,
in another one of those illusions
a question beneath the reflections
so small, you could hardly even see it,
in a quiet, translucent, and dishonest pencil gray;
"Is there a meaning in life?"

Just passing by,
like the hundreds of other students every day,
who didn't bother to answer the invisible.
Well, just because I see it,
and just because I feel it,
Is that a good enough reason to answer you?

If a lifetime of memories
could remedy the lifetime itself,
with the pain, the joy, and the sorrow,
weaved in a personality one could say copied,
but who still asks annoying questions,
what would either of us find there?

There's a difference,
and that difference gaps time, experience, and yourself.
Already exposed to the societal ease,
the religious equations,
and the scientific telescopes,
would you be satisfied with my answer?

They want something substantial,
something to last forever.
But even the stars die, and the people turn to dust,
and the ash of existence fades away.
There's a limited time, and I'm afraid
that there isn't a meaning at all.

I would like to find the solution,
if only for my own selfish peace of mind.
That old food critic said "Chouquettes",
the concierge said "Camellias",
and even I said "Campanella",
but aren't these all the same?

I know, I'm backpedaling,
since I know that actually, you're a liar,
and that you're asking a different question entirely.
It doesn't always have to start in a "C"ea of ambiguity,
the answer could be found in an apple grove,
but how could I tell you so you understand?

You won't believe me,
so I can't write anything at all.
there is an eternity, no matter how small,
found in a place without buildings, bridges, or roads.
a meaning for your life;
you have to find it yourself.