We spend so much time talking about nothing;

Looking for nothing;

Finding nothing; yet we spend so much time;

Ignorantly being ignorant;

And so, pathetically dragging every ignorant moment into the next;

So happily ignorant, smile;

Knowing nothing, but certainty;

Placating our minds;

In the end, it is nothing after so much time;

No difference in which nothing, chosen to understand;

So much time, clinging;

Opinions, judgements, perceptions ringing through notions of time;

That we might fail to live it, sublime