Poem: Simply Nothingness

What is it that we all do?

That leaves us fumbling just like fools?

To slog and work and lament fate

in Life's lopsided game of trade.

We seek to satisfy what we can't feed.

We try our best for what we can't reach.

Our wants are plenty and our minds are weak,

giving in to what we seek not what we need.

Yet in the end, when we see the light.

There's nothing left for us to feed.

There's nothing left for us to seek.