It Doesn’t Matter
It doesn’t really matter,
It really doesn’t matter at all.
I should be concerned
I should give a damn
But I’ve been down this road
Quite a few times
And I know the outcome,
And it’s not worth the effort to care
Anymore.
I’ve seen it all play out before,
From the rise and fall of great events
To a simple turn on a moment of time.
Take one step here, or one step there
And turn the future’s course from this to that.
Tear up the charts and cast the compass
Overboard.
Who can you trust without seeing their eyes?
How can you trust what you cannot see?
What can I trust in these shifting sands?
Why should I trust anything at all?
Where am I to go?
It’s not that I am without hope
But of late I am left with
Too many questions.
Too few answers.
Too little time.
So it doesn’t really matter, not at all.
