Meaningless Meaning

Thirteen golden charms,
Within a simple drawer
The black and white,
Life in a river's might.

Find the meaning,
Which was always there,
Question the simple,
And make it disappear.

Even the truest meaning,
Was left to question,
Where had reason gone,
In a world, of pure imagination.

Who would we be,
Without the colors
Of society's creativity,
What would we do?

Let me reason,
That meaning exists,
That for once,
Everything is explained.

Beyond the textbook,
And accepted definition,
Close your eyes,
Go beyond those lies.

And imagine more,
Than what reality cries,
Because the tears of truth,
Are colorless fools,
Whose life goes dry,
As we smile,
At a blank canvas,
Giving life,
To the meaningless,
the meaningless meaning...

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