a message in a bottle
is difficult to reach,
first you open the bottle,
if you can't you break it
sure now you read
but it may not be for you
and the sender may be
unknown, gone, deceased
and after all this
trouble to open,
to read, why not
leave the bottle be
and see it as surprise
glimmering on the
beach next time
and smile
you will not win
the lottery and all
thought is like
a herring in the sea
floating in its swarm
and still all alone-
stop to break bottles
and leave them be
or write a letter
and send it
in a bottle to
swim to eternity
ps:
tried an interpretation after..
poem on the absurdity of thought
looking for purpose
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