Sweet, sweet Nothing
What could be more beautiful than Nothing?
For Something is always
Broken, Destroyed, Ruined,
Who wouldn’t seek to pursue Nothing?
It is the absence of
Pain, Suffering, Sorrow,
Who needs Something when you can have Nothing?
I would much rather have Nothing
Because then there would be no tears
No thing is truly beautiful
Save Nothing alone
For those things that you might consider beautiful
Are so fragile, they can be broken at any time
And when they do eventually break,
You are left in agony, sorrow and grief
Can such sorrow and sadness be called beautiful?
People are said to have “Everything”
Perhaps they start out with Everything, an (un)lucky few
For then they have all the more to lose
And lose it they will
Can such loss and defeat be called beautiful?
Nothing is more beautiful than both Something and Everything
What could be more beautiful, then, than Nothing itself?
What a glorious prospect it is!
“The pursuit of happiness” they called it
I called it “the pursuit of sadness”
I think we would all prefer
“The Pursuit of Nothing.”