The idea of "nothing" must be ceased.
"Nothing" can never exist , nor has  it ever existed.
How could there be a dimension that allows us to think of nothing? For there must be a dimensional existence ,which again reverts us to the banality of the notion.
The very thought of it opposes its existence.
On the contrary, if the concept of "nothing" ever exists or existed, what words could ever convey its meaning?
Little is it possible to frame it with words .And trying to frame it with words undermines the proclamation of its presence.
When we think about this , we are still not thinking of "nothing", we are thinking of something that we presumably choose as "nothing".

I hope to awake on an open field
Where children play on swings,
Watching people walk their dogs,
And all those kind of things.
I hope to see yellow daffodils
In their thousands all in line,
Followed along with bluebells,
A blue sky and sun that shines.
I hope to see those people
The ones I used to know,
Instead of sadness in their eyes
Now is a smile that always glows.
I hope to see those animals,
Cows, pigs and sheep
Grazing together without any fear
Knowing they're not food to eat.
I hope to see a different world
A world that we've never seen
One with peace and harmony
The way it should have been.
I hope to awake on an open field
And I hope that day will be
With all those lovely people,
And my true love waiting for me.

In her eyes I was glowing
She thought I was a rare find
A diamond in the rough—
No, I am moissanite.

I am never that grand,
Even a thousand painters
Couldn't paint me as they can't
Get inspired with my abstract self.

It would be better to wonder
From a far like looking at that cool car,
Let it not be known
That it is lacking in parts.