I cannot force the new to fall
It will be as it chooses to be
My choices made will reflect them all
But they will decide for me
The simplest things may be ruled out
And they will rule us in return
The diminishing side will sully forth
And carry out its means
But nothing will stop the end from befalling
No one will influence its handle
It will bend the way it was meant to bend
Without a hand to nudge it a certain way
We are all beyond ourselves
Consumed by consumption and resort
We are not the nothing here
But the decoration that it refers to
Those of us fueled by substance
We may return the toll
But as our ash becomes fodder for all
We'll have lost control
Some have said the closest things
Considered wisdom by those below
We see it as a genuine thing
That has genuinely fallen short
The disappoint rings
The reaction doesn't measure up
Those who claim and claim once more
Can probably agree,
That nothing means something to everyone.