What am I supposed to do now?

Doesn't sound right when I put it out there.
Curious disconnect between my words
And their intended meaning.
What would it take to be a Meaning Master?

One who says what he thinks
Expresses what he feels.
Then, what if no one cares to listen?
What if the meaning is lost on some third party

Who inevitably fills in the spaces with a unique personal story?
Then I wouldn't be some ingenious crafter of truth
But telling a pre-existing story with different words
And my syntax.

Who is this fabled master of meaning?
A word weaver with utmost sensibility who knows what to say and how
Regardless of who hears and who listens
Regardless of who cares

Or perhaps the intended eyes and ears predetermine
Precisely what must be spoken.
Precisely what must be spoken?
An ancient tale with a new spin
Or an original one disguised as old?
Or the story is of trivial significance -


At least on its own.


The master inflects a tone of urgency
Underneath the surface
Something else is at work here.
The game is to prod and to point, but never to reveal...


Reveal me this: 


What is the purpose?
Who is hiding behind it all
Writing the rules of this game
Artists and poets and, hell, even scientists play?

No one.
Or everyone - doesn't matter.
The answer never got anyone anywhere
It's the question

What am I supposed to do now?