Nothing else matters

[dedicated to Archit Gupta, and the year of music, ending in the politics of friday].

So close no matter how far,

Couldn't vote from the heart,

Never trust in who we are,

cuz Nothing else matters.

Never convinced people this way,

"Votes are yours, poll them your own way,

All these words I don't just say,

and Nothing else matters."

Trust I seek, but don't find in you,

Everyday some new poltu,

No open mind for any other view,

cuz Nothing else matters.

I'd never cared for what they'd say,

I'd never cared for their poltu played,

I'd never cared for what they do,

I'd never cared for what they know,

But now I know...

(...a post is all they want,

and Nothing Else Matters to them).