Nothing.

There's nothing to do,
nowhere to go.
No plan in mind,
just a dull show.

There's nothing to say,
no words to speak.
Just a blank canvas,
no art unique.

There's nothing to feel,
no emotions to share.
Just a numbness inside,
a void beyond repair.

There's nothing to be,
no identity found.
Just a lost soul,
on the ground.

But wait, what's this?
Into the void,
of nothingness.
Where there's no stress,
or any excess.
Just peace and quiet,
in this emptiness.
Where nothing exists,
and we can just rest.

Nothing is something.
Is it a thing?
or just a word?
A concept?
or something absurd?
Nothing is nothing,
that's clear as day.
But what does it mean,
in a different way?
Is it a lack,
or an emptiness?
A void,
or just a mess?

Nothing is everything,
and everything is nothing.
It's all the same,
just a thought to bring.
It's all a matter,
of how you see,
Nothing,
or something,
it's up to me.