From nothing comes nothing

And yet all these nothings

Surround my nothing life,

Making that which is imagined

And surreal become my reality.

Nein, nada, nil, nyet, nao

I become calloused and shallow

Going through the motions

Of who I am,

And what I want

You to think of me.

My pen still does flow.

This much I know

Has become my life.

You know, it just

Isn't right.

07/29/2008

Author's Note: ... my musings as of late..... no love in my life.....

Posted on 07/29/2008
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