29 November 2012
'What are you doing?' She asked, head turned to the sky. 'Well I'm existing of course' I calmly replied.
'My heads full of beauty, And my heart of love. And my death will be filled, With heaven above'
She gave me a look, Full of scorn and contempt, 'You are quite mad, For that, do repent. '
I smiled, and took, Her hand in mine. I turned it over, Until our fingers entwined.
I told her the stars, Shined on her face. And the sun looked down, And kept her in place.
She asked me if God, Told me what to do. If he planned my life, And followed it through.
I told her faith, Was about your perception. But life was your own, To find your direction.
God was the skies, And the trees and latter, But in the end, Life's life. What does it matter.
What Does It Matter? • Opuss № I