There is nothing here
And here is nothing at all
And there is no rhyme, or reason
Or meaning or purpose
As we work towards nothing
Whilst we live in nothing.

There is no end
And there is no beginning
And there is nothing after the end
And there was nothing before the beginning
Thus we merely exist and then we do not
Yet we never began existing at all

And in our absurdity,
Our damnable inanity,
When do we realize the monotony?
When do we realize the lack of purpose?
And when we do, should we also realize
There is no time or place or distance?

And then shall we understand
There is no 'we'
And there is no 'there'
And 'we' 'exist' in 'nothing' at all
Or shall we continue to find meaning
In the forever meaningless?