Does it really matter
Does it really matter where words come from ?
Aren’t words just words or sounds heard with our ears passed on from one mouth to another ?
Does it really matter where the pain originated from isn’t pain still pain ?
Aren’t we all replicated anyway ?
Pieces of familiarity of things passed down
We are just scratching the surface scrambling around in search of individuality and acceptance
But what do we all do it for and why does it matter ?
That’s the truth about life
That it reveals unanswered questions and sends you on everlasting quest
Why do we front the bill and use pressure to prove a point ?
Can you even see me for me ?
Does it really matter to anyone when you feel alone in a room but the room is full to capacity?
Imagine a glass ... you know the glass the one that everyone talks about being half empty or half full
That they use as a metaphor to describe life and how you view it
Imagine that glass ... that same glass knocked over but only a quarter of half of the water spills out ....
Is your life in shambles or is it just beginning?
The choice is yours to make
Who really decides what truly matters when we are all promised the same
An ending ....
So ask yourself
Does that person place or thing really matter or am I focusing too much on the thing that’s obstructing my view on the thing that can be great ...
Does it really matter ...
Copyright © Shay Mosby | Year Posted 2025
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