What matters is not

I'm here and fold up times of mine
My past is a sushi roles
nice and neat
blunt and white evermore
sprinkled with toothpaste to give me that extra bright smile
dreams came true
Or most of them
I'm a clever idea of how to function,
I'm a charming hourglass but without the sand
Trust me I know how time works
But rather don't rely on me
I have no backbone
It is true that nothing matters
So I guess it matters not
to not matter, to surrender,
it's as easy as to let everyone down
feels true in the ocean, hollow on land
I'm made for the ocean, it's the aura that orbits me and it makes my skin look young
the skinny women on drugs told me at Gunnamatta and I believe her