I seek meaning in a world
that seems devoid of any purpose
except its own survival.
(And I'm not even sure about that.)

I seek meaning in all I do,
in every minute,
in every moment.

I even seek meaning
in my seeking meaning.
(Am I going crazy?
Nah, it's not too bad.)

What is the meaning
in a shooting star,
in a leaf falling gently,
in a life along eternity?

And why do I ask
all these questions?