• I stare at nothing
    Expecting it to change
    For it to symbolize beauty
    But to look rather strange

    Thats what I'd do
    Had I been born nothing
    If i could've kept the sperm
    And egg, from touching.

    If it were up to me, I'd set it free
    Because I feel that freedom has no bounds
    It moves like shadows across the ground
    And its beyond our skill to see.

    Nothing can not be empty space
    Special rules were put into place
    To insure the word, itself be forbidden
    Even if some things from us are hidden

    Nothing can simply not occur
    Doomed only to be defined by itself
    Two syllables have sex to make a word
    To describe what we cant see by ourselves

    And if nothing is really what the naked eye cant see
    I pray they take a scalpel to me
    And with powerful 'scopes and open souls they find
    What I failed myself, to display with my mind