You ask me,
I say “Nothing”,
That is the key,
I’m just rushing;

I think of the sea,
And of the sky,
I think of the bee,
That’s on the pie;

I think of the stars,
And how they move,
I think of the bars,
When I’m in the groove;

I think of nature,
And how it grows,
I think of the flavour,
Of something that’s gross;

“What’s on my mind?” You ask,
“Nothing” I say,
That’s just my mask,
It’s just a play;