walls the color stark.

I’ve had my empty

all I ever wanted, grasped

do you hear laughter?


I saw truth in a snapshot

I chase the ghost hope

it could happen to me

as doubt’s ink drips a fat blot.


I heard all I mattered

believe me it isn’t nothing

but a #3 reschedules upon sobriety

a #1 always and every day until society

and I remain a #2

I heard all I matter

and believe me, it isn’t nothing

yet again comes giving more

which means there’ll be less

at least I improve at being an asshole.

I suspect how much I matter

and believe my ego! its bloated

yet the simple pin of deflation is I care

often this blinds me to opportunities right there

of the courage to create a new paradigm.

I still indeed matter

there isn’t a choice without drawback

there is not one single moment truth hinting what if

how else could *I* fight without what if

so I fight for that more?’

a picture to be a thousand words more.

By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

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