It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter what you think you think,
because your dreams
will make a liar out of you.
It doesn’t matter what you say.
Words are just vibrations
and the ones that echo in your skull
are piss
running down your leg
when the time comes.
When the big world calls
for your little soul.
In the moment
violence visits your door.
In the small hours of the night
when it is only you
and your whole world
falling apart,
even sanity abandoning its cage.
There is only action.
But even action
is just performance art.
There is no yield
that shakes the grave,
no monument that adds a day,
nor a dollar earned
that can bring back those we love.
It doesn’t matter.
The smile still eases the mind.
The kind word soothes the loneliness.
The hard work pays off,
even though it is temporary,
the endorphins are prophylactic
to misery.
Today we saw the dawn.
Today we have a chance,
to know love,
or to find love anew.
To create something
that will outlast our brittle husks.
To live,
as if things really do matter,
because in the end,
it all comes down to us.
Do we have Faith?
Do we Believe?
Bigger questions
that these lines can ascribe.
All I know for sure,
is that it doesn’t matter,
but everything matters
at the same time.
HG – 2022
