There Is Nothing, No Nothing Outside of This Moment

It's all closing in It's all there Yet there is nothing Sleep is anxiety Wakefulness is struggle There is a surplus of fear and destitute There is a famine of ecstasy and even contentment I am residing in a foreign land I've never been here Yet its been inside me since the air touched my lungs I am not changing I am only discovering What is it though I understand But don't see It is new It is old It is my mind It is developing It has found a sense That sense is a trigger It is a warning