There is peacefulness in every random blank stare,
A sense of freedom, letting all things go bare,
There is calmness in the silence of the deep dark night,
Still like water thats unfazed by any might

There is serenity in the thoughts of nothing, how odd it may be,
Thoughts of nothing, yet changing phantasmagorically,
There is joy in the walks knowing not where the journey ends,
Thinking of nothing, taking each step without making amends,

There is fulfilment in the emptiness our mind succumb,
A feeling of achievement, no matter how dull, no matter how dumb,
There is glory in laying still and staying put,
Like a great centennial tree, ever so hard to uproot,

There is happiness in the stalemate of thoughts rushing through our mind,
A certain surge of enthusiasm for our daily grind,
There is beauty in nothingness, any mere man will confess,
There is beauty in nothingness, even the dead can attest