because nobody knows anything

And as if that were all. In truth we know nothing about anything. And nothing about nothing is nothing.

We can't end on nothing
Nothing isn't much
We can't stop here
Empty

Nothing to be had
no reason
no one to notice the void
empty


reaching in every direction
but not because it isn't
and still

Nothing.

No wind
No breeze
No sound
No movement

but not stifling
no thick moisture
no icy rain
no cold
no heat

nothing

higher I try to feel
I try to reach up
To climb
but what can I climb on
Which way is up

nothing is up either
nothing is down too
there isn't
nothing is simple
and yet it isn't
because it's still only nothing
and simple isn't nothing

Nothing isn't floating
there can't be an edge
or a wall
there can't be anything
because it's

Nothing.