I have been robbed
of my will
to try,
don't ask
me why?
I try to give “my best”.
It may not be
“the best”,
but it is
“my best”,
for whatever
that is worth.
The value seems to be
nil.
I am the null set,
spinning my wheels,
blowing smoke,
flashing lights
in flimflam mirrors,
puffing my feathers,
strutting my walk,
behind my Hollywood
fake storefront façade,
so what you see,
ain't what you get,
cause there's nothing there,
inside this empty shell,
beneath this unturned rock,
oh, me, of little substance.
