I almost wish there was a time
When all of this would be thought to pass.
Years of waiting, working, wondering, until nothing.
Nothing appears to be all I know these days,
These days that seem never-ending.
Sunsets last for seconds,
But darkness stays until dawn,
And even then, the world is not awake yet.
These days it seems they never wake up.
Until we are falling in a spiral
The world coming up too fast
We plummet twenty feet below, until nothing.
Again, there is nothing, and it does not seem to make sense.
I suppose that’s the way it is now,
There is nothing gone and pass.
Sunlight tries to recur again,
Through the clouds we have come to know.
But even during the daytime, the sun cannot penetrate the dark.
Because these days, we wouldn’t be able to handle it if it did.
It seems to be comforting, all these clouds and all this nothing.
Because what can go wrong if there is nothing to go right.
Never mind the soft hum of the gnawing presence of what might have been,
Because these days its receded to barely a whisper.
Nothing was what I came here for
And nothing is which with I will leave.
Because these days its quite hard to tell the difference between what is nothing and what is something.
nothing
