Heard it before?

There’s the stuff about fame:

Spread your wings and fly

Achieve

Fame & fortune

Or at least your fifteen minutes

Make your mother proud

There’s the stuff about careers:

Live your life

By the books

Dotting the eyes and crossing the teas

Playing the game

Part of the rat race

But in the end:

Clichés pile up

The world keeps spinning

We close out eyes

And hope against hope

For just one

              original thought

A cube of black nothingness

A cube of black nothingness

We’re not sure where it’s come from

It just floats there,

a little above the floor,

staring at us through nothing eyes,

judging us through a nothing mind

We start to consider ourselves

how much we have in common with the nothing cube

As a result,

a nothing sound fills the room,

our eyes become nothing eyes staring at nothing

our minds have thoughts about nothing and fill with nothing

The nothing cube expands, then contracts as through it’s taking a breath,

then...

disappears into nothing