38 Meaningless Meaning

Walking down a deserted street with no turns left nor right
Looking up into a sky which was neither dark nor bright
I walk through an arch, an open door
In an empty space, an empty floor

Leading to no other rooms
The white walls were bare
The ceiling not even there

I used to wonder
And then I'd ponder
Where was I?
What was I?

The answers were simple yet not quite so.
This post is truly a great example.

Start with a song,
Then a haiku.
Then a rhyming riddle
With equal syllables

At first you don't see it,
When mentioned you count it.
I rhyme every phrase,
Counting each syllable.

The end result is a wonderful poem,
But its meaning still hidden from your sight.

There are no meaningless struggles,
Not a single word put to waste.
The question is the purpose,
The answer is the method.
The reason is the truth,
The excuse is the front.

Find it to know it.
Know it to find it.
If you would care,
It would be there.