A Blank World
I stood in front of a blank world,
Where time stands still and emptiness is everything.
So lifeless is a world such as this;
And yet I found myself completely consumed within it.
How can a world in which nothing is everything,
Be so curious to my eye?
My mind tends to wonder over the idea of the countless possibilities,
That lie just beneath the depths of the emptiness.
Luckily for me, reality does not exist here;
For if it did, this world would collapse upon itself.
The more my thoughts progressed and the more my mind wondered,
The less lifeless this world became.
Instead a sort of playground for myself to enjoy