Everything is nonsense
But you:
The trinkets and the gold,
The diamonds and the dust;
The castle walls we build,
And all that turns to rust.
The words we speak so loud,
And those we bury deep;
The things we seek to waste,
And everything we keep.
The script we act each day,
The faces that we show;
Favours that we garner,
And those we keep at bay.
Pockets filled with silver,
And hearts so full of pride;
All we show to others,
That say ‘at least we tried’.
Yes, everything is nonsense,
Nothing counts in time,
Everything is nonsense,
But you.
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I love this one, Chris. Indeed, and I agree, what matters is the individual. The soul. Love. Everything else is just… extras, garnishment (for better or worse). Our thoughts, emotions, creativity, individuality, reason, hope, growth, spirit and soul… those are all that really matter in the ‘end’.
The crux of the piece, and, as you so adeptly point out, life itself. Thanks, Tara, I’m delighted that this resonated with you.
Excellent Chris!
Thanks, Olden, I’m delighted that you enjoyed this.
Loved that callback with the same ending lines – powerful exploration of the true treasures in life, without the extra superficial embellishments. Beautifully worded, Chris! 🙂
Absolutely nailed it, Tom. Thanks, glad this resonated with you.
Definitely hits deep on a fresh re-read – great poignant message that’s so relevant today 🙂