As I walk, one foot placed after another,
thoughts stroll through my mind.
Some are quite helpful, daresay progressive.
Others benign.
Maybe a rose is just a rose.
Perhaps we have thought too much of the latter,
finding meaning where meaning is not.
When, in fact, this meaning doesn't much matter.
Through together all such propositions
theories and analysies,
and abandon them with
a confiedent ease.
Enjoy that which surrounds you.
And find pleasure where "meaning" once laid.
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