Lyrics by Gerard Manset
“Wait until life takes you in its hands and that your fist breaks against his
But never forget that time will change you.
No never forget.”
Does It Matter?
Her life trepidated
Into some diatribe innuendo
Of risqué double entendre behavior
She was the talk of the town
A garde nouveau,
A star, arched and tense,
Caught in a new strung bow.
She was ready to fling its' flinted arrow,
To explode in a deep dark sky,
Illuminating all the unsuspecting idols
Waiting down below.
The more she licked the wounds of dying gladiators,
The more destiny shielded her.
Her eyes flooded slowly
With unbearable suffering,
For what she had done and achieved,
Was it... just... fair?
It didn’t matter.
It was a flow of life
Beyond her control
And the deed was done.
The poem is about being responsible for your words and actions
Which speaks mountains.
The poem asks Does it Matter?
Yes it does but caught in the flow of life and demands
People say and do things they have no control over
Life is not about being just or fair and once Pandora’s box is open
There is no going back.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.