Tis nothing I tell you, incase you wanted to ask.
What I'v done, and what I'm doing, is nothing that will last.
The best I can do, is to tell you, its nothing, so please don't ask.
I try my best, so it would seem, not that you would know.
I do my best with something yet nothing, its usefulness seemingly low.
Its hard to work with such a thing, my upbeat color blacker than crows.
White night comes, daydreams go, the sun comes up on a different day.
All my strength to restless sleep, tis the price to pay.
Trying to find something yet nothing; its not an easy way.
Yet I tell you, as long as you try.
As long as one lets imagination fly.
Something you do will never be nothing; not in reasons eye.
