I used to think it mattered what I wrote
But now I’m not so sure; they’re only words
The words are all around me, and I float
In filthy water, navigating turds
I thought that Peace and Beauty might be found
Within this sea of life; I swam across
When all I had to do was swim around
And just avoid the waste and fecal loss
I wanted someone with me, so I paused
And treaded water, waiting for a friend
I didn’t know the tempest I had caused
Within my teacup, hoping to transcend
The tides of life, the loneliness, the turds
With what I wrote, but hey, they’re only words!