All I see is vast, empty nothing, oblivion
Nothing can be changed, nothing
And it plagues me like an existential schism
But isnt nothing good?
To listlessly waste away
To not care about what we should or what we could
But to sleep for hours, only entertained by dreams of sweet doldrums
But no, I must fight against this nothing
To be an impactful force, to be something-no, Someone!
Yes, I refuse to become a slave to nothing
To not ignore the world or its inhabitants
And instead promote change, to defend those in need of care and loving
And yes, deep down
I still want to say, do, think-nothing
And sometimes, Nothing has me bound
But I will fight, till it no longer clings
So when they ask, "What did you do when there was nothing to do"?
Ill say, "I did something"