Nothing
As if I never lived
Yet tumbled through eternity
A whirlwind of nothing
Shall it be my destitution?
Feathers plucked day by day
Yet no one is watching
A mountain filled with a silent past
Mirrored in vacant pools of residue
Shall you find a pile of pebbles -
That's were nothing lies
Will the wind go unnoticed by -
That's the breath of my memories