When nothing else matters.
We have gone blind with a vision.
What light is this that limits our field of view?
We see what we want and those people are in the way.
What light is this, that in it people are but objects?

What were you saying?
I’m sorry, I missed that.
Will this take long?
Walk the other way, avoid that mess.
Our light is darkness if love fails.

When nothing else matters we lose our value.
When that thing burns brighter than any creature.
When it speaks louder than they.
When pleasure leads we travel over the poor.

Excuse me, pardon me, hurry please.
Let’s go, vámonos, chop-chop, my name is.

When nothing else matters we’re repelled by another’s need.
For we want, want it now. Yesterday, today and forever.
What light is this that throws shade?
What light is this that warms you alone?
What light is this, all I see is me.

When nothing else matters.
Is it light, despite the pleasure and warmth it may bring?
What you have found is more of yourself.
What you need is beyond.

Excuse me, pardon me, hurry please.
Let’s go, vámonos, chop-chop, my name is.

When nothing else matters we’re alone.
We draw closer to “it” and leave “them” behind.
Who? Them. Who are they? My point exactly.
You’ve already missed them, they passed by this way sometime ago.

What light is this that none shines through?
Pride rules the air on both sides.
Compassion dies on the floor.
And the money flows to their cheer.

When nothing else matters.


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