I Write Poetry

What does it matter?
What does it matter?
Everything and everyone will turn to ashes.
What does it matter?

Their thoughts and their opinions, what they think of you will vanish.
What does it matter?

Even your own opinions and thoughts and feelings will disappear.
What does it matter?

How they think and behave, even their bitchiness will not remain.
What does it matter?

Why are you scared to face them?
What does it matter?

Why are you giving importance to such trifles?
What does it matter?

When they turn to dust and light and nothingness, what does it matter?

Caught in your own prison of thoughts and shoulds and coulds, what does it matter?

Thoughts are intangible waves. You’re the Ocean drops.

What does it matter?