A Flower (poem)


A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.

No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing.

This is life without meaning,
Two dimensional reality. Fact.

Who am I to deserve this?
Who am I not to?

The flower dies,
Its decay unrecognised.

Just another shade of grey,
Colouring this dull world.


Authors note: Sometimes the universe feels meaningless. Beauty or decay are only relevant if there is inherent meaning, because without an objective reason, there is nothingness.

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