Meaning of life, the great mystery, Taking some time on it, over my cup of tea. Plato, Socrates, Heidegger, Kant, Renee said think on it, maybe I am. Mornings always the best time for me, Making sense of things as I try to ***, Wondering why some men are bigger than me. Their ideas seem to fill up the room. Some of them make most women swoon. Buddha got the answer sitting under a tree, Letting go of things would set me free. I live on the edge, I try to unwind. Can I burn calories just using my mind? I would love to ponder and get the scoop, Sorry my friends, can’t wait for answers, I have to ****. Tomorrow perhaps the answers I’ll see, Again, at the windows, drinking my tea. Who’s that out there, standing under my tree? One walking his dog, same questions as me.