The things that were, and the things that were not,
what do they matter when all is forgot?
What use is the candle you use for light?
When standing outside on a cold rainy night.
Do you sing songs of lamentation to a deaf ear?
or is it the sound of your own voice you wish to hear?
Do you paint pictures of your heart to a blind eye?
or do you paint so that you can hang it for passers by.
Whatever it was, and whatever it should have been,
no one can name what they have never seen.
And yet all that was, and all that was not,
what does it matter when all is forgot?