The Lord of Nothing
I lay on the grass, checking out the sky,
staring at the blue, then asking why.
People looking up, to see what I see,
seeing nothing they, look funny at me.
All I was asking, is why I am here,
with a thin smile, and a second beer.
Could it be to win, with nothing to lose,
they say you can be, whatever you choose.
The Lord of Nothing, this empire of dirt,
or serve the Master, and to heal the hurt!
date: 3/22/23
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2023
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