nothing is more nothing than nothing...
is there more nothing than nothing???
i suppose is to get nothing when comes something...
and that something was to fill the nothing...

guess nothing is good for nothing...
yet some say nothing is good for nothing...
so which nothing is the real nothing???
when nothing can become nothing...

I say I'm thinking of nothing...
yet that nothing is really something...
but nothing can describe that something...
so from something it became nothing...

thought is was a new beginning...
yet it was a disaster waiting to strike...
why is it always that my choice is so bad???
is it the reality or it is just me???

why must it be another playback???
why cannot it be what i want it to be???
why why why why...
the answer will never come i guess...

it still linger in my mind...
though it is all mine...
i have no control of this part of mind...
but yet no doubt it is my mine...

amazingly i still remember it...
those moment that tested my limit...
those moment that will last...
it is still in there with all of it...

it is really stupid of me to still remember...
but i cannot tell my self to forget...
so i shall just let it be...
wait till it slowly fades...

when weariness comes i sleep...
hope it to be go and gone...
yet nothing change after the sleep...
for the mind cannot let it go...

so plain yet so meaningful...
so dull yet so amazing...
so small yet so perfect...
so thin yet so lasting...

this is the thing everyone is searching...
it will appear early or late...
and its presence will not be felt...
unless you open your mind to it...

flow flow flow...
the river shall not stop...
till the ocean it flows...
where it all seem cold...
yet true loneliness does not show...
cause can never be seen by eyes but the soul..

tears flow when i stand there alone...
thinking was enough for me...
singing make it come...
yet nothing can be done...

though the singing no one can hear,
yet new lyric will forever come,
none can be heard by outsider,
for it will be meaningful to others outside...