I’m Nothing

with insight to the out sight,

perplexed vision sustains joyous delight,

remnants of “what was”,

masquerading as “what is”,

slipping into the empty routine,

savoring the space we fill between,

nights prancing as a stately stud pony,

stars seeking to be,

the one and only,

with dawn, visions again rise high,

searching for silhouettes in the sky,

unicorns and dragons and elephants to see,

making ways for “nothings”,

nothings like me;

yet, my insight remains,

my out sight disdains,

for what I am beyond “nothing”,

knowing I’m really “something”,

derived from “nothing!”

harboring visions of the sky,

in my eye,

flying high,

without reason,

to not comply.

once again the goofy mind is active just being goofy, thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed what nothing can sometimes do, 😳