Cyclical Mystery

just a short nonesenical-ramble/poem from my mind

I had often questioned what life is about.

What it is for. 

       

What it is its purpose.

Why…when…how…where.

These are not questions, they have no answer.

‘One man’s trash is another man’s treasure’. I had heard this many times.

Value is dependant, but does value have any worth?

I may prioritize one thing over another, yet the next person may have the complete opposite belief.

When all returns to whence it came, everything will both have no value and every value.

For the properties of nothing are a list of zero and much like their values...

They will have zero.

While they are, they will be. And when they are not, they will not be.

Nothing lasts forever. I had often said to myself. If a mind cannot perceive infinity and pass it to another.

It may as well be finite.

But that is just a statement from a man with no answers.

And so it contains no value. Just as all else does.

Author's Note

i can't say that i am looking for a critique with this, I more-so want to just see what people think of this and if there is anyone else writing in a similar style that i could gain inspiration from.