Obscurity

In the end
It doesn’t matter
If I’m wonderfully right
Or dreadfully wrong
If no one takes any notice
There’s no point in carrying on
So,
So long
.
There’s a desolate kind of safety
Here
Where no one cares to look
More than momentarily
Before averting eyes adrift
To where they think they see(k)
More clarity
In frozen frames of time
Suspended
In hallowed halls of fame