in the beginning, it was just rhyme and scheme
nothing else meant something to me.
and nothing else could make me smile
well, at least it did for a little while

but then as a sophomore my tongue did change
as everything I thought was rearranged.
nothing else was just nothing while
something became more than something.

now more than something is all I want
with its layers and layers of different thought.
is this for anyone or really just one?
what are these many bells that float along?

more than something is something
thanks to  mr.cummings
now  i’m not stuck with just nothing
instead of more than something.