Does it ever occur to you,

That you don't have a clue?

All this life lessons, but no explanations?

Million little things, and strange relations,

Uncounted questions and no answers,

Just jumping and waving like dancers.

Did it ever feeling risen up in you,

But it's meaning elusive from the view?

I hope not, sensation is strange.

Something poking you, forcing you to change.

Thousand needles pricking, air being stale,

Your mind trapped in the loop, in the jail.

So you wonder the meaning of nothing,

Imagining it like it covers you like clothing,

Forcing its way down your mouth

And going deeper, down south.

So you rasp and fight for air

Doing nothing, you just don't dare.

The nothing crawls inside of you slowly

Making you think you are wretched, unholy.

So you wonder the meaning of nothing,

Trying to make a move, stop being static.

But in the end, there is no meaning

Nothing is nothing, it is unmeaning.