A ghost among beauties unfathomable
And our areas incalculable
So in most measures we are incongruent
A smile and a wink's the extent of the fluent
Lock eyes and hearts, but nothing more
Because God is what you're gunning for

He or She or They cannot be found here
Only nihilism abounds here
And where you see charm, I am empty
And what you have naught, I have plenty
In your abundance, I have drought
Where you have faith, I am doubt

Indistinguishable from my beliefs,
(As numerous as they be)
I am a tree without leaves
An embodiment of maybe