Meaningless

I don't look for meanings, hidden or otherwise.

These liquid pearls in my eyes are merely a chaffed iris, stripped by the sting of the sea.

The songs and the words and the rise and the fall of the secret chords have no meaning.

The looks and the laughter and the promises of ever after have no meaning.

I have no reason to hope or to reach or to stretch or to be.

I don't look for meanings; they never meant enough to me.