Much of Nothing That's What
Much of nothing is what I thought it was
But the light in my face replays the past
Holy water can maybe help digest
Perhaps
In a moment I'm not selected
In a moment I'm not to blame
In a moment I learn the price I've come to pay
The slower I get there
The longer that makes it real
Keep it steady heavy heart
The pocket can hold on to the toughest part
That's not so hard
They left me in the darkest starting line
Counted all the seeds I planted
What a shadow this mighty tree has grown
In a moment I'm not selected
In a moment I'm not to blame
In a moment I learn the price I've come to pay
The slower I get there
The longer that makes it real
Stumbled through grassy blinds
Into a little house with a picket fence
Where all my friends who stayed behind
Sit on the lawn
Waiting, waiving goodbye
Writer/s: Dante Maticus
