Maybe Meaning

You love how life, as a word,
Can unfold so many lives
And then let them drift and sink,

So many paper blossoms,
Soggy within memory,
Getting dimmer in its depths,

None of them alive themselves
For all the definitions
Of themselves they carry on

Into the dark, this is life,
No, this is what life is, no,
Life’s meaning, not a being,

But no one’s sure what meaning
Is, either, maybe living.