Matter

What does it Matter?


I think to myself.



Hardly anything Matters.


If I were older,




I'd get my keys and


Drive, fly, drink, shout.

I'm too young now.




Why should it Matter?


I think to myself.



Nothing Matters any more. I


If I were younger,



I would climb trees and

Run, jump, skip, shout.

I'm too old now.





Nothing's the Matter,


I say when asked why


I look like something is the

Matter.








If I were different




I'd do what I want.



Not what I wish I could do.