This is my world of nothing No end no beginning, Neither in nor out, Neither up nor down. This is the glass pane of a window Hard nothing to keep out the cold. Something no one notices But is always there. Like a single droplet of mist Or the hum of a distant road. As unnoticed as a grain of sand on a beach. Constantly tossed and turned with the sea. Yet this is my world My world of nothing My world of possibilities.