Nothing, so blank and pure

Nothing, makes me endure

Nothing, makes everything empty

Like an evil force

And I follow its course

Nothing, comes right from the source

Nothing, sticks out and calls for attention

And pulls attention in like a chorus singing a favorite song


Whistling to fill the emptiness

Or banging on anything like my own drum set

It’s taking my all to not get upset being confined

Repeating to myself “what do I want to do”?

I get up and pace

“Will I ever cure this sickness, boredom”?
I think a little harder



Decide to try some homework

Nothing pops to mind

I exclame “Writers block again”!

“Maybe some music”? I thought to myself

I find a radio station that I like

My favorite song is on


The power went out

And once again


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