Nothing is not the good
Nothing is not the bad
Nothing doesn‘t tell you
whether things are joyful
or if they are sad.

Nothing has sound of unheard sigh
and a witness in the mirror‘s eye.

It feeds you with memories on a fast food plate
without the scales to weigh its weight.

It smells like thin breath of common air
in which you die before you dare.

Nothing is not the good
Nothing is not the bad
And none of the fools knows
if you‘ve gone already mad.