Does It Matter, A Time Lord As A Bum Poem by Nate Tulay

I spent my days alone,
searching for truth,
thinking of immortality,
crafting words into poems,
and ideas into data and facts—

But now that truths have been found,
and death is just a portal to a new life,
I spend my days conflicted,
thinking about God and Sin,
Thinking about immoralities,
and why we exist, if chaos is indeed
a part of our fate.

Friends, I spend my days alone,
conflicted, thinking about wars and sin,
thinking about you and me, and where
we are headed now that conflicts are
also a part of our future.