Nothing

But it feels cool to be wasteful

To join tears and join years

That you have left around the rest

A new landscape, to be awake

It hurts to start or cut your tongue

On a sharp rock where you tried to run

The coldest fondness you gave your feet

To hold you up and show you up

On the stock you stuck your claim

And blamed it plain for all the names

That you built up and laid upon

You're all hard up, laid on the sun

And you go down and make it great

You make it well, you made a lake

That sits there in the middle

Where you're often torn apart

Where you can never figure

Which the hell way you are

And though you'll never be successful

In making it go a way

That you want or care for

Makes it anyway

So I'll leave simply

And promise you a fair

That won't be too expensive

And leave you wondering where

Nothing glows and nothing comes

And nothing dances on tiptoes

To see before the sun comes up

With nothing left, to be yourself

With nothing to keep you

With nothing to break

With everyone to love you

And all of them to say

Whatever you have shared before

Today do share again

It's taken shelves to store accomplishments

And a thousand leaves and lakes

To fall out of your pockets

And never find the ground

To be lost in the moment

That day you came around