The orange cat sat there
on the sidewalk,
eyes half-closed,
as if he’d seen the beginning of time
and wasn’t impressed.
He could see the weight
of existential dread
in my stride,
like I was carrying
it around in my pockets,
jangling like spare change.
He sat there, all-knowing,
watching the world spin in circles,
while I asked him about the point of it all “ Whats the meaning of life?”
He blinked slowly,
as if the question was too small
for someone who’s already seen
the stars fall and rise again.
Why do you care about
the meaning of life when you can
just simply live the life ?
You chase the wrong things, wrong answers, wrong person, etc
Everything is simple,
You humans overthink it all and make it complicated.
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