A Thought of Nothingness
Now I know how it feels to be mortal,
To have your dearest thought frozen,
Locked away inside a timeless prison,
Protected from the futile present.
Now I want to be the same thought,
To leave emptiness behind, to be such.
Where there are no worries and no wars,
Just silent breeze on fields of nowhere.
I know death because I was born.
I feel what was before me, what follows.
The nothing in between is my creation.
It is my only hope, my highest cost.
I want the impossible with the real,
What I could never have or imagine,
The one to trade for myself and lose all,
The thought I already put away in a box.