so this is a poem about nothing
so you might be on your way
if you're hoping it becomes something
this may well ruin your day

atomically I'm 99% nothing
so what of my thoughts of you
those ones that just leave me wanting
the ones that leave me askew

nothing happened and nothing's clear
something was and now it's gone
nothing holds nothing dear
somethings final curtain drawn

nothing only need be said
and i might have one less scar
some things should be left for dead
not shared across a bar

nothing is as something was
and that is what's to be
in a hundred years they won't remember
you them or me