Nothing matters.
Each life is like a bubble
in the cauldron of concoction.
What is brewing
is not for us to know.
Just a drop of the potion,
realisation of every life.
Some find it tasty,
some bitter,
some alkaline.
It is acidic for some,
some tasteless.
Really it is meaningless.
"The future is not for us to see. Que Sera, Sera. Whatever would be, would be."
