is meaning full of life?

where in one's mirror 

is self-sympathy's response?

where is the self monologue 

does dialogue occur?

how does language then self medicate?

if we were to be humbled into words

how would the spirit of self arise?

in essence, 

pain does not exist.

yet experience prides itself

on the mastery of one's pain, owned.

only by frame 

does predicament have a wall.

boundaries exist,

as if fear has an enlightened purpose.

is a meaningful life

supposed to have an audience perspective? . . .