Busy.

I've got Nothing.
But time moves on
So into the void
I go all charged
Creating the something
That means to me
An artful display
Colors to the wall
Standard in before
The nothingness came.
And showed me her knickers.
Bent my own reality
But did not break
Nothing had changed.
And when that nothing is full
of every deed now unmeasured
She will decide if it were a waste.
©wrennie