Mon, 01/27/2014 - 23:25 -- weshnog

What a tremendously frightening sight,

I try to contain my furious might,

As I look up to the stars in the night,

I realize that I am nothing.


I see water cascade down the rock with mold,

Crushing, destroying, eroding, very cold,

Yet beautiful and larger than life bold,

I realize that I am nothing.


I sit among a crowd of emptiness,

The curtains rise on what is pure greatness,

Applause rises as we notice nothing less,

I realize that I am nothing.


Suddenly I awake from that nightmare,

I am comfortable in my bed lair,

I fall back asleep, a smile I do dare,

Nothing is nothing.


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