Nothing…

Nothing… is a state of mind.
A state of being.
Where after years of doing,
There is but… nothing.

Where can you go then,
To see if you are something?
What can you do then,
To see, if there is something?

The mirror shows a thing,
The shell. There are shells everywhere.
Moving about, peopling space,
That yet, could be nothing.

Say, how old are you?
How do you get to an age,
When you ought to be something,
But you have made nothing?

Dunno, you say. Says my friend,
Erase that from your vocabulary.
I try… to erase. “I don’t know.”
However, it is there, filling space in nothing.