I wonder if I got this right -
the meaning of life
and everything and all
is either to transmit messages from Tralfamadore
or to try one’s best
the very, very best, not one bit less
in the name of progress
I guess I’ll never wrap my head around
the right answer
whichever it is.
Most people spend their lives in pointless matters
and see meaning in it,
like they ought
while I stumble and crumble and fight and grind
fearing nothing,
but the dot
