all i ever want to tell you
Shhhh, listen can you hear it?
I can.
It is the sound of silence hovering through the curious minds.
Yes! A mind that is anxious about nothing
Yet, still pose a fascinated face
Hoping to hear more about... nothing.
Let me, tell you nothing so you can gladly know nothing.
I know nothing , yes you heard me, nothing.
Nothing i say, but enough to keep you listening to nothing
And let me not rot my sorrow of nothing
As i drown in the knowledge of selfishness
Blood dipping around... nothing,
Over the fights we had about... nothing.
I can remember with the very own future i don't have.
i still hold my palm tight in my hands to feel nothing
And i still love the feeling i get
When i have nothing to look forward to every morning.
Pause, stop, listen... It's nothing still, yes. nothing
The very same nothing that reminds me of... nothing
But of course i have a dream, a dream about something
That someday, something shall come out of nothing.
I dream everyday, every night and every time without being asleep
About nothing - which means everything to me.
Can you see it now? i can.
All that is within the vivid imagination of my dream
About nothing, to rescue my nothingness
