Does it really matter

Couple of years ago there was a significant celebration in the days that went by, after many more years we would party with friends and take a time or two to enjoy some pleasures of life, sneak out with our parents cars and take some boose.

Day counting down quickly as we see the weather change, love growing fast and so many lost on the way, the friends we once knew becoming strangers to the same old routine and the song sang would fade with the scars created.

What would it change if we have everything so perfectly? What would it change if the time went slower than expected? Must we always follow the same principles that was patterned for us?

I don't even care anymore how much I have gotten into the system, the celebration I knew as a child is like a bud in my eyes, now it creates dirts and someday it would close to rest.

Somebody tell me if the fight we had yesterday was needed, tell me if killing one another is necessary, tell me what is it that we truly need? All of which can't be answered because even the man with a sword doesn't know why he owns one.

If our days are flashing light so many would have theirs quenched a long time ago, they would pray they could do something different or even go to the darkest cities so they may glow.

If our days are flashing lights we would cry to the God we once knew, praying we don't fall to the storm and our candles be blown off.

If our days are liquid the dirts we fill our minds with would have covered the very place the good should come from. In our hearts we would not know what it is to love our brother and let no man blame society for this.

Only us would make a difference but what does it really matter? When the youths are been polluted by the same old grey headed bastards called leaders. What does it really matter? When a child in need reaches out and there is no one to help?

Are we even worth the life's we have? Are we?

What does it really matter, someday we all would go to a place of rest and our names written in the sand of time would be stepped on by another.

There is no need to go around creating an enemy who only exist in our heads and kill the innocent because we can't reach those who hurt us.

Nothing really matters.

Happy Birthday to me - Rubenkells