The Human

It doesn’t matter A house, a car, a suit. It doesn’t matter It’s not what makes you you. It doesn’t matter More feet to walk in your halls It doesn’t matter Money clip, gold watch adorned It doesn’t matter If they’ve got more It doesn’t matter Just things, just things, galore. Behind the eyes Behind the smile Do you look, do you see, perhaps just for a while. Ignore the canvas, ignore the frame. Look at the silence, look at the pain. Observe the portrait with all it’s flaws. See the human behind those strokes ‘cos that’s what matters.