Less Be More

Perhaps I will like so much more From nothing even to begin with Of hate and of things to adore With nothing and everything to believe Did I want something? Have I not everything to begin along? What exactly does nothing mean? What exactly is everything then to be set upon? Can I be, am I even believable? With the many ideas from a troubled mind A Joel to fathom if conceivable If a nobody can be everything you need sometime Something more do you not need? So much more to feel so incomplete Silent cries echoing a never to plead Are we all not guilty never to admit? Would you like to have so much more? With nothing and everything to believe That of hate and of things to adore When everything is nothing to begin with