Matter

Do the grains of sand really matter
when the tide comes in
Do the autumn leaves really matter
when the winter wind whips relentless
Does the dam really matter
when the levy finally breaks
Do the bricks really matter
when the wrecking Ball is swung
Do the ashes matter
when the fire still rages on
Does six feet of dirt matter
when you lie buried beneath it
Do the screams of souls matter
When faced with the infinite void
Does it really matter

Paths

Knocking, pounding, silence
Pacing feverishly, nothing
Black and white, blue, waiting
Part, parting, departed

The eerie calm seas turn violent
Waves crash, she crashes, all crushed
Gravity pulls heavier and heavier
Legs cave, the unbearable weight

When, how, why, now
Two paths cross, only one remains

The little innocents, so innocent
face reality of love gained, so quickly lost

Planning plans for plans unplanned
Searching for answers for questions unknown

Stuff, stains, sickness, solace
Two bronze keys, nothing else

Phones ringing, ears ringing, head ringing
Peace for what lies ahead

Two paths cross, only one remains