Nothing* is but an ideology Created within the midst of terminology Contemplated inside the realm of human sociology Excessive thought creates a disease of unknown etiology Without *nothing, the purpose of something lacks possibly Fathoming such perceives speculations of oddities How can one measure that lacking of qualities and incomplete of quantity? Theorization subconsciously Rationalizing improbably On the brink of psychopathy Is it really all but a prophecy? Distorting my mind in such ferocity? Encompassing dimension of philosophy Does the term nothing orbit a sense of despondency? Interpreting into a form of commodity But how can I construe what nothing is, I mean quite honestly?
Read the poem and you can read it backwards as well. It almost sounds cooler when read backwards!