Nothing

And then there was Nothing.

Had there ever been something?

So much pain, so much joy, the darkness, the light.

It had been real, but now?

There is Nothing.

We keep on and struggle, and build, and improve.

We fix and we break and forward we move.

Each day is a fight, is a win, is ... just lost?

We keep on just pushing, we know all the cost.

But do we really?

We work for the future, but then we arrive.

There is Nothing.

And we create what we think will endure after death.

And we build all these fleeting pleasures.

At night we awake, asking the universe "why?"

"Why do I keep running in circles?"

Then the universe shrugs and just turns away.

And leaves the darkness of night.

There is Nothing.

I see the void, I stare at it each day.

It's calling, just like they say.

And I know we can join it.

I know we can jump.

It is waiting for us.

The big Nothing.