What would be something
If there was never nothing
Reliant you might say
Are the two stages of life

We are certainly something
I think therefore I am
But My thoughts are ever fleeting
Is this all part of the plan

I love
I hate
I am grateful it seems
But at the end of our breath
What does it all really mean

I smile
Then Lie
Like there was never a grin
Now constantly asking
Are we just living to die

Philosophical studies
Trips through colored flowers
Eroded cheek bones from tears
Meanings of which lost

Year to year building
Yet in a constant fall
Drifting closer to nothingness
Every single something involved