Lycia Gray December Desert Day
here I am
once again
just a shell of nothing
this all feels
just like nothing
except nothing at all...
why do we
try so hard?
to prevail over nothing?
such a waste
because nothing
is just nothing at all...
I can’t change
restless again
close my eyes, I’m nothing
fade real hard
on to nothing
except nothing at all...
can you feel
this last day?
this last day is nothing
the time fades
because nothing
is just nothing at all
sliding in to
the gray
December desert day
