does matter.

i'm
s ta g ge re d
in thoughts of mind
in such uncertain shapes
of music


i'm
baffled
at the neatly packed
of books hosting 
the night's show


every sentence in its own means
clouding view
springing thoughts
every now and then
coming down to the end


almost missed the beats
and the drum 
settings in the change
i'm adapting
a tune so fine and melodious
that's where i coming through.