It All Matters. Everything Matters, Except the Girl

Pick a person, place your thing. You pick one and then I'll guess what you are. Yell-up? Yes. So, the sun rises, births and deaths and subway delays and acts of love and all the K-L-A-8. It just doesn't matter then? It all matters. Well, everything except the girl. She liked that color, the sun and some kind of flowers. We all did. But if it all matters, then nothing matters. No, all of it matters. Everything Matters.