Something from Nothing
What is it, to speak from the heart?
Is it to mean and say what you are?
Why are we keen on displaying our parts?
What does it mean to speak from the heart?
What do we give that can't be made?
By machine, factory, or someone you paid?
Something within, deep inside
Something we give, the strings we tie
Something from nothing is never a thing
Yet we paint and dance and sing
Something from nothing is all that we know
Where do we come from? Where do we go?
Nothing is something that we cannot know
Nothing is somewhere that we'll never go
Something from nothing; in darkness we glow
Shining lights, to what do we owe?
It's simple, we do not know.
But sharing our light is how we grow.
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7qkn80/confessions_of_a_murderer/?st=jcgyx8r2&sh=4d8b2829
Posted Jan 16, 2018, 1:37 AM UTC · edited
Man this one was really cool,too bad the ideas of saying creating greatness from darkness is though as evil?? Yet we all do.