Here's a poem I'll write
Just a few thoughts
And I'll call it nothing
'Cause that's what it's about
And I'll cry about it
Because it's nothing to me

Maybe I'll paint a picture
With the blacks and whites
Of the core of myself
And it'll turn out imperfect
Just like my inner impersonal soul

Or I could just scream
And cry out about nothing
Only to relieve the feeling
The bitter tension within
And I'll scream out nothing
For that is what I feel.