Meaningless

Walking across
the patterned roofs
was a girl
thin as a twig
dressed lightly
far too lightly.

She sat
dark against the moonlight
and thought,
wondered,
about the people
underneath her.

She thought
about their short lives.
She wondered
about their short lives
What would they do
In their short lives?

Grow.
Go to school,
then university.
Be employed,
have families,
die.

Short.
Meaningless.
What
was the point
of such
meaningless lives?

She thought
about her own life
She wondered
about her own life
What would she do
in her short life?

Grow.
Help others.
Live
a meaningful life.
Die
a meaningful death.

She smiled.
Thoguht.
Wondered.
Life,
she decided,
was good.