Poem about Nothing

I look at the clouds and I see nothing,

The moonlight through the tress pictures no beauty,

The words I write dont mean anything

I do it all, because that seems to be my duty.

A few more lines, and I think I’ll be done

Music seems to be a superposition of wave.

The mind is fast, the legs dont seem to run

Creativity soars, I cant make it behave.

Its about the eyes that worry me,

I see to much of it, it makes me blind

Chain me, I dont want to be free

Give me the earth, to it i will bind.

When I reach the end, its a summit, it is

Does how high or how far really define bliss?

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