NOTHING REALLY MATTERS

Swinging down my family tree I leave the future to the featureless But name you as the most I loved. The babble of humanity disturbs the air,its clamorous sounds confuse my ears Indecipherable as ragged brooks. Now,here I stand,anonymous Among the people of an age swept under by the storms of time Beneath a carpet of forgotten years. All that has been heard and said All that will be said and heard Is but as water crashing on the stones.