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