Wracking up favorites in the dictionary of words I'll never use All of them so nihilistic, all of everything I do so reflective of me and I'm the last to see it What am I missing? I can see where the meaning comes from but not what it is I'm waiting so patiently to take it's hand, eager to be led under illumination And I know, I can guess, that doing nothing is a great way to get just that. But the void in front is relentless, unchanging, still. And again, I know. I know, dad. I'm not doing anything about it But where do you start with nothing?