Sometimes I wish I had a point, a purpose, a meaning,
other than the obvious, with all of this.

Tho I know full well, there is no point to be had,
no reason to fixate in mind as you move through life.

Nothing is probably the only thing connecting anyone to anyone else,
the combined nothing of two makes a more complete nothing at all.

Cause nothing can never be a hinderance to anything,
nothing but a space, a void to place that something in.

Lack of, it's a beautiful thing... nothing completes you like nothing,
nothing divides us all and pushes us all together like nothing.

Nothing is the blank canvas you paint your dreams upon,
it's the only constant in a million works of art... the nothing behind it all...

It is, in essence, pointless...
... 'till it's not anymore.

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