What Do I Say

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