The end came

And my wonderment was fulfilled.

Nothing does matter.

       Especially in the end.

  I sit alone in a dark room

Locked in because of what is

        On the other side.

I think I figured it out,

Man, the rock star ate the apple

         And with it fed me

    His power and love,

Only to have it all taken away

     When he kicked me out of Eden

But my question remains:

       Is it this contrast that

            Makes life beautiful

  Or does it make it meaningless?

 I have forgotten the meaning

           Of all things

And now, at least I know

                It doesn’t matter.