Mindless Words

I know what I am from what I am not. I am not what I do not want. And that which I know not what I am not, I am to be sought. And when I die, the soul for which I have fought, Will mean more than what I have bought. In the end we're falling, Just wanting to be caught. And I was. Caught not by my heart, But the desire to not rot in this ****ed up place We call the Melting Pot. And although I ought to be shot For disgracing this place, I cannot help this the thought That which has brought me feelings nothing but distraught. But between feeling cold and hot, Wanting to feel numb seems to be a lot. And even when the hopeful leap of faith takes its hop, It lands on a tack, Ending in nothing but a pop. So in the end, I always stop trying to climb to the top. Because in the end I am nothing. You are nothing. This is nothing. Except for when it's not.