Life means nothing

So there’s nothing.

Yet everything knows there should be something.

Something. Something.

If there is no winner, why play the game?

Because it’s fun.

If life has no meaning, then why live?

because...it’s...fun...?

But it’s nothing.

I can fight and win nothing.

Through all the tears, the pain shapes who I’m becoming.

But I’m still loving,

I’m still hunting,

I’m still something?

But it’s always meant nothing.

To you I was something?

Something?

The king,

Was something.

To all the peasants he was something!

To all the knights who fought for his rough things,

Even for the ones in jail,

The queen impacted something.

And now it’s coming,

Coming, coming, coming.

The end is coming and I’m not ready to die.

But if life never meant anything to me before, why does it now?

Why shall it mean something when before it meant nothing?

Because now I’m dying and I missed loving,

Through all my judging, cussing, and hunting.

Looking for something, something, something.

But finding nothing, nothing, nothing.

And now I have to leave and walk away with nothing,

When I really did have something I just couldn’t see

So now I’m sad because everything is now something,

And it’s too late anyway,

So I missed all the sunshine waiting for the storm,

Only to find nothing.

It’s all so loving

Goodbye,

I must return to nothing.

For I missed the few years where I got to be something,

Trying to find a meaning within a life that means nothing.