I suppose I should write something
Though I know not what to say
Perhaps I’ve said all there is
Perhaps that’s it
Then now I say all the same things over and over again until you understand
Until you get it
But all that must matter is our awareness
What we’re conscious of
As I seek that consciousness in every word
Hoping you’ll stay awake
Hoping to go to sleep
This constant seeking of nothing
Of the same
Of the lame and absurd
For we are all absurd
Especially ones who claim otherwise
But as long as we find a purity of heart
This nothing we seek will feel at least like something
