Rosary of thought unread aloud

It’s a rosary of thought, it’s over and over, and it runs through my head from bead to bead.
It doesn’t matter. Like a fight with myself.  You know, eventually, I’m going to win.  So I wait for the victory.

I close my eyes and wait for the victory to come at last.
It DOESN’T matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
I pretend it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. Cuz it doesn’t, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. 

I run and I run and I run and I run and I run and I run and I run, it doesn’t matter.  Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, I pretend, like a poem that’s never read, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. 

An overcomplicated watch like a bomb that doesn’t blow.  And it’s fine and it’s fine and it’s fine and it’s fine, cuz it doesn’t really matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.  In the end it doesn’t matter doesn’t matterdoesn’tmatter.

But it does.