Well Then What.

Veraciously I said to him
"here and there" and self aware
It's not about the brick and mortar
If there's water in the crawlspace

It's not about the gold around your neck
or the latest trend to breach your bed
If there's peace and quiet in your heart
To whom you shout, it matters not.

I always liked the solemn stanzas
Spoken to ants who lacked a clue
I'd smirk from my shrouded seat
and memorized which lines to repeat.

The last time my tongue was tied
I got distracted, fell and died.
On my way down, I had a thought:
If that was it, I'm glad I lost.