Nothing

Infinite portrait of white,
More blank than your thoughtless mind,
Sometimes the ideas with which to fill it,
Seem quiet hard to find,
Shiny it gleams and it beckons your hand,
To create a work of art,
You stare right through the empty paper,
You don’t know where to start,
So many possibilities,
To fill the endless nihility,
But to the vault where your creativity lives,
You do not have the key,
You see the beauty of the nothingness,
In its perfect nonexistent state,
There is nothing in the world more beautiful,
That you could fabricate,
Nothing is better than nothing,
Because nothing is nothing at all,
And it is in this sudden realization,
That your ideas begin their withdrawal,
Now there is nothing nowhere around,
And no one to notice it’s gone,
There’s nothing left to hint at the fact,
That something was there all along,
In this nothing place,
With no one to say nothing to,
You can finally see that all along,
The most beautiful thing was you.