What’s the matter?
In a matter of time
It won’t matter,
So why is this matter so maddening in my mind?
They say time will chase you down
It won’t stop coming
So you better get running,
But the matter won’t end.
If I ceased to matter would this matter cease?
I continue to madden at the times increase.
It’s almost over and it won’t decrease.
I’m mad.
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(forgive me, I read your words
and was inspired to poetically reply
I meant no disrespect, in doing so
just got carried away, is all)
'let's delve deeper:
within Time, we Exist
that Matters
for when
we cease, to Exist
so does the Time
we gave Life, to
What's history, without us
witnessing it
What does it matter, how much future
others still have
if we're denied a role, as part of it..
In the now, we squander
is it Time or matter, we surrender
is it us that Matter
or does matter's, Effect on us
Define our worth..
Milky ways, as chocolate bars
bite-sized science
as our, Factoids of tangible
in a world
beyond, our imagination's
surreal..
'What’s the matter?
In a matter of time
It won’t matter,
So why is this matter so maddening in my mind?'..
because, we're pulling on fate's
galloping reins
and all we get in reply, is a distant
laughter
in that mirror, that's a callous reflective
but refuses to act as a revealing reflector
in our lives...'
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