ANZAC day and a search for meaning
Human life is a search for meaning, we seek it in a myriad of different directions and pursuits
From drugs to the spiritual supermarket, from raising a family to growing vegetables
From waving the flag and blowing the bugle to art, fashion and automobiles
Not that there's too much distance between any of these things when all is said and done.
We no longer celebrate the harvest or the change of seasons or the sun, moon and stars
Our harvest is year round as we graze in supermarkets and seldom look to the skies
Masters visit us to show us something then and there but we start religions upon their departure
National pride is filling the void for many as we observe ANZAC day and learn to see what isn't there.
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