None of it matters when you look into the future and see the next horizon just ahead.
All is useless chatter, noisy circumstances not worth looking into.
Gently strumming advocates of serenity and pious silence, searching and locating what is left in defiant piles.
Curtains closing upon decades after each heroic attempt made in life.
Shattering the existence of irrevocable destiny with a crystal tear of silence.
Turning away once more, walking pathways to sunset’s last horizon on a
final shore.
Life doesn’t exist on this one anymore.