poems from the sky

Nothing to do, nothing to say Nothing to wear, no place to play Nothing to eat, nothing to drink Nothing to see, no time to think Nothing to buy, nothing to sell Nothing to save, no tales to tell Nothing to hear, nothing to feel Nothing to love, nothing’s the deal nothing to look at nothing to find nothing and noone who we leave behind nothing but nothing all gone AWOL nothing to see here, no, nothing at all

Nothing