(NRM) - Nothing Really Matters
I am one with my life and its wonders, but cannot seem to understand its travesties.
My visions and futures are buried by my ventures, and sometimes engulfed by my shadows.
Is that me standing there pitch black that follows me everywhere I wander.
Does it really matter?
Or, or is it me that causes my life to be this way, is there some type of glitch to this problem that constantly occurs?
Does it really matter if we are human or if we are alive, or where we really come from?
These are my questions, and sometimes I think they need to be taken serious, because some of them can cause me to lose faith in the Lord, and myself.
Does that really matter?
One's life is like a flower in the wind, once the wind gets too rough for the stem, the flower breaks.
Can this be why my life is this way, because of the powerful occurrences that I cannot handle, or is it just me not being strong enough to withstand its measures?
Does this really matter?
Does it matter if we die today and come back tomorrow?
Does it matter if we are just some creation by nature, or do we want to keep it by the Bible?
Would it matter if we stopped believing in the angels and demons, and started our own paths our destiny?
In this world and time, we have to take time to think, why things are this way, and it is because of human kind, so does things really matter?
I say yes, and no, because if we weren't here there would be no computers, phones, games, houses, medicine, but would there be animals, and germs, or does this really matter.
The word matter has a meaning, but what if there wasn't a meaning, would this really matter.
I chatter away with my mind, jotting down my very thoughts until I become tired and realize.
It doesn't matter if we get locked away for years, or even kill someone, and get sentenced to life.
It doesn't matter if we make new technology, and create new ways to see new planets; we are still going to die.
It doesn't really matter to have a president, or a senator, or a court house, things will still go extinct.
Either way, our generation will die, we are working for nothing, and does this really matter?
I leave these questions to you, but in the end of time, you will see that nothing really mattered.
Created on January 27, 2016 Written by Lionel Sharpe || A.K.A Landilin at 10:53 PM