Nothing

There's a dark cloud above the horizon. Should I run and hide to go where the sun shines? Or should I keep on the ground I'm standing, hoping it'll clear away?

Not one bird is singing. Only the sky is rumbling. Shall I turn away? To anywhere but here. Or just to sing my own song? Song that you won't sing along.

No stars in sight. The winter is long. It's pretty, I know. But it is cold and lonely now. And I can do is waiting, hopelessly doing nothing.

How can a man thread his own fate, when everywhere he's going, the odds are against him?

How can a woman loves so deeply, yet feeling detached, all at once?

How can lovers hold into promises, where ones only whispering when the bombs are falling?

And all i can do is nothing. Will it be just nothing?