There are
A million programs
To choose from

I choose the emptiness
The emptiness is misunderstood

It lays low in silence

It is often mocked

Some choose to observe

Non self
They cannot understand

Emptiness cannot
Be described
Cannot be quantified
Or qualified

Is it limitless
And nameless

I see the same
Empty world

People acting
In an empty world

Consciousness the true reality
They spend their energy
To acquire material goods
At the expense
Of their health

Blah blah blah blah
I've heard a bunch
Of randomness conversations

A million different faces
I go here
Then there

All the things
They want
And try to be

I let the emptiness
Envelop me