Nothing Really

on the spot

No more time 

no more ways 

no more tears to pave the way 

and I'm sure 

of what I see 

just there's you and just there's me 

and this I'm sure 

of what I know  

maybe yes and maybe no. 

But don't be shy 

don't be meek 

i am hear 

and my thoughts are neat. 

Tidy and 

all in a row 

my things are clear 

and somethings you must know. 

I have no face 

I have no name 

no home 

no right to remain. 

No label

 no eyes 

no nothing to realize 

so I go groping 

a bit of magic hoping 

I'd be of use somewhere. 

But I've been stuck in this body for so long 

and I get used to things so quickly 

and I know I must learn to let go. 

But there's nothing really here for me you know......