Sunday, October 09, 2011


When everything matters,
nothing matters
or is it the other
way around?

Everything matters
the same, anyway,
and, every day,
life has the same point

or lack thereof.
It all means what
you will or won't
let it mean,

so be in love
with life one day
and hate it the next.
It matters or doesn't.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

Don't ask me what this poem is doesn't matter anyway! :D

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