Does it matter

Sky never changes

That lies high above

Clouds hanging thin

Thick or dark

Trudge one may

Across valleys and hills

Cross wide rivers

Sand dunes or woods

Walking upright

For miles and miles

Has to lay down supine

To rest for a while

Counting same stars

In the same old sky

Has one traveled ahead

Have things really changed

Are the gains huge and tall

And losses too small

All seems inane

In darkness of the night