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

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