Meaning

This poem has a meaning, and it has none.
It means what you think, and it doesn't.
What meaning you find in it is the meaning that's there, as it always is, the author doesn't matter.

You can try, try, try to put a meaning, a spin, a feel in a work but it won't work can't work if people don't think it that way.
It comes down to the people always the people it's the people who really write it down.

All I do is write words and have ideas about them but that is not what the words are, the words are words and everyone has their own ideas. Try as you might, people will think what people will think and you can't change it, solid, set in stone, never going to change but that's okay, it's good, it's the way things should be.

If everyone thought what I thought the way I thought it and heard the things that I'm saying with my ideas and words then things wouldn't be right couldn't be because it all comes down to the people.

The teachers the critics the professors tell you what it means, but that's not what it means it means what you think it does it means everything it means nothing.
It doesn't mean what I think it does or him or her just you, always you because you're the one who thinks what you think the way you think it and no one else.

This poem has a meaning, and it has none.
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Written after reading an eight word poem written by a friend, and the response, and thinking "You have no way of knowing that that's what it meant." Therein, I realised that, it means whatever the reader takes it to mean, and all of my implication and complication is moot.

Somewhat defeatist big-picture thinking, so instead, I wrote this. It means, it's meaningless, it's whatever you find in it.