What’s the matter?

I am made up

Of bones and skin.

I am made from

Generations of men.

I create things

Like a machine.

I wake sleepers up

And those in-between.

But Nothing’s the matter.

I am doing okay.

Because it doesn’t matter

At the end of the day.

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