Nothing

How hard it is to think, to imagine such a place,

if everything just disappeared right before my face.

There'd be no rolling hills covered in flowers all a bloom.

No mighty pine filled mountains underneath the crescent moon.

There'd be no beast or creature scattering footprints on the lawn.

No midday, noonday, or sunset. No dew before the dawn.

To imagine such a place is really very sorrowing.

No shopping, dancing, singing, playing, no bothering nor borrowing.

In a world just full of nothing, I wouldn't even exist.

No me to state my name and place, ot persuade or to resist.

To take away all words and deeds and thoughts and all things good,

to accomplish such a feat as that, you never really could.

For a world all full of nothing would still be some of something.

For a substance full of nothing, a something it still is.

So nothing must be something, or it could not ever be.

Instead of taking everything away, lets just stick with you and me.