Sometimes somethings **** sometimes,
sometimes somethings **** all the time.
When nothing ***** though,
that’s when it all hits you.

When nothing ***** what do we do?
We ponder life? Write ****** poems?
When nothing ***** we make other things
**** to stay entertained, I guess...  

Maybe we should let some things ****,
not really bad things—
but just enough
so it doesn’t ruin everything else.