Matter

Who or what defines my value?

My worth is perceptibly unsteady

Shaped by down-trodden eyes

Casting shadows with every glance

Feeble minds grasp at straws

Social exploitation reigns as sovereign

The elite expedite mediocrity

Whilst followers ride an ever-looping current

Their community, their idols

Give meaning to their worthless lives

So they slog on, working towards nothing

Their life fades as the dawn unto dusk

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

Yet beauty is a construct formed not from within

Rather, it is force fed to us by sinners and liars

All who cower in their own shadows and flaws

You can define your own value

But what does it matter?

Is art still art if no one bears witness?

Only the ones that matter truly care

Who truly matters?

Every choice we make branches another path

Each path leads to different people

Those people who matter in one lifetime

Matter not in another

Yet we focus our attention on them, ourselves, and our idols

No one thing, no one person

Can give us meaning

Can anything at all?

Do we actually have worth?

We live in a minuscule moment

Only a thread in the fabric of time

What do we matter in the end of it all?

We are just that

Matter, in the end of it all