The Nothing

Seeming to drag

on,  but it don’t stop.

No influence one way or another.

Anxiety and ambition smothered,

all the way from the top.

In these uncertain moments,

these dark and deadly days,

any movement could be disaster;

this is when doing nothing pays.

No need to worry,

or even feel sorry.

The Nothing’s so easy,

anything’s pleasing – to me.

Nothing so sad as a wasted effort.

Nothing more discouraging

than hope and fear

and the thought that when you’re gone

you’ll never have known

the Nothing makes everything clear.

Black void – helpless

my voice – trust this

Nothing is something I understand,

take my hand, I’ll show you

how the nothing flows through you;

part of the real you.


HG – 2000-2005

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