sometimes there's really nothing to say
and sometimes you'll feel weird for no reason
and sometimes and some days you'll have no idea where you're going what you're doing who you are
who the others are
and all that's real for sure is the wind in your eyes in your hair and you think
is this it?
i ended up in a pile of nothingness
and i am nothing but nothingness
with a pinch of unease

but mostly there's just nothing
just the wind just your eyes just your hair
that's all you've got
that's where you are
that's it