Let me write of simply nothing
Like nothing is simply something
What presents uncouth bargain conceit
Nothing but simply nothing for something
A frolic in pretense dancing a tango with deceit
Hoping the veil covers a waiting twin never far away
for the ego is fragile and the two-steps lays paths uneasy

In for a twirl not in for a pound
Skipping from a hot post to the pillar
Pleasure no pleasure just a dance of chances
Attention to fill empty parades and voices to share
Fulfillment not in the count but numbers will tell tales
In shallowness emptiness is filled by many cups atimes
yet something troubles for nothing is nothing for something

Be still the rages of nothing
Unheard yet loudly voicing  something
Felt deeper in sane paths a call to find a home
The weary traveler know the nomad walk still yearns
But the faces of past just a past of something here and gone
A virtuoso without the the armor to rise and take a low bow
lacking the grace of a curtsy or something akin to I'm truly sorry