The things I can see doesn't matter much
The "Proof" is in my blind spot
The efforts I have put in doesn't matter much
If there are no results
Living doesn't matter much
If no one can attest to my existence.
Talking doesn't matter much
If no one is listening
Breathing doesn't matter much
If there is no air
Love doesn't matter much
At the verge of a breakup
Meeting you didn’t matter much
If you are in my peripheral view
The Intent doesn't matter much
When the resulting action is a crime
The number doesn't matter much
When the statistical interpretation is wrong
My dreams don't matter much
If reality is not changed
The award I could have received doesn't matter much
If it's not in my name
In the end
The only things that matter are in my blind spot
Such is the nature of living
It rings true
Even read backwards
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Shayfe Shiphrah
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