A Mind Is Just A Piece Of Meat Poem by Mathew Lewis

We look for meaning in many things,
Hope for something that life might bring.

But poetry's just a bunch of words,
And love is just a feeling.

Everyday we wake up, a world within a world,
Hoping we'll find more meaning in a verb.

But words are just imaginings,
And feelings are just a symphony of thoughts.

We drink, laugh, have a good time, or at least try,
But in the end two words matter; Good bye.

And imaginings are just the product of a mind,
And thoughts are just a whim gone wild.

Existence, a facade we do our best to forget,
But all it ever means is that we live with regret.

And a mind is just a piece of meat.
And a whim is something we'll never get.