Poem: What Doesn't Really Matter

"I watch you chase after...
what I know...now...
doesn't really matter...
and say nothing...knowing...
we take turns at these cycles...
you and me...and all the ones
who went before...
as will the ones yet to come...
At the beginning...
there is nothing anyone can say
to penetrate the thickness
of our blindness...
otherwise known as youth...
Then...time chips away
at the blinkers over our eyes...
finally revealing...if we are lucky...
what matters...
and what...doesn't really matter..."
............................Quester.