What does it matter?
What does all this matter? —
You work, you strive, you love, you talk, you write –
For what? For who? Who’ll remember?
Who really cares?
You raise your kids with every ounce of energy you have,
They grow up and reject your values,
You enthusiasms fade into obscurity,
And your causes crumble to dust.
You wake in the empty night,
Feeling as though one foot
Is already in your forgotten grave.
When I say “you”, I mean “I” —
I am just another irrelevance:
A lump of ugly clay
In a world of beautiful imagery,
Soon to be no more
Than a name on a page