Wilford Ray

What Matters?



[A]	I have a name. But really- do I now?

[B]	Just let the words roll off your tongue and out.

[B]	What taste does it have in leaving your mouth?

[A]	A waste of breath'll have you listen for now.



[A]	An impasse I reach as you ask, "what now?"

[B]	I can't find an out of this wordly drought-

[B]	I cling unto this road I'm naught without...

[A]	A nameless, formless... thing, living in now. 



If it Matters little anyway, let the Cynic take the reins.



[]	I follow the structure, get lost in the crowd.

[]	Break off- trepidation; be lost like a cloud.

[]	Don't want me forgotten, but all roads lead so.

[]	Too late on the trigger, too early to know.

[]	We're writing our stories, but who's time to read?

[]	I write a disaster; boringly, painfully me.







What's the Matter?



[C]	Oh you, my Cynic! What am I to do?

[D]	I'll pick it up and see it through. Cynic-

[E]	It's not so bad to mean the world to me.



[C]	I'll read all your tales and publish them too.

[D]	Your name lives on, Cynic. But oh, Cynic,

[E]	Who needs it all when all you have will be



What Matters?