I’ve got nothing. Like a barren desert, scorched earth and piles of sand.
I’ve got nothing. Like a drop of water added to the ocean. It is nothing.
I’ve got nothing. Like a crumpled up piece of paper, discarded thrown away.
I’ve got nothing. Like a fan cheering loudly and yet it appears no sound comes out of their moving mouth. Drowned out in a sea of the band, and every other fan screaming and crying, and singing and dancing. It is nothing.
I’ve got nothing. Like a miner digging down,
Down,
Down,
Shovel full of dirt, after shovel full of dirt, after shovel full of dirt.
I’ve got nothing. Like the cold black vacuum of space. Void of anything. Just an empty abyss.
Nothing.

But I am something.
Like a breeze I can cause a sandstorm. Make it something.
But I am something.
Like a drop, I can cause a ripple, a wave, a tsunami.
But I am something.  
Like that crumpled piece of paper I hold ideas, I have potential.
But I am something.
Like that fan. It doesn’t matter if no one hears my words. All that matters is I said them. Stand for something.
But I am something.
Like a diamond buried deep deep
Down.
It may take some time but I’m worth it.
But I am something.
Like space, I am full of wonders and wondrous things. It may feel like I’m empty at times. It may feel like there is nothing.
But trust me,
It is something.