Nothing

“Become something first”, is all I got when I asked anything.

Where’s the fun in becoming something when you can be nothing.

Life is a prelude to our real lives, which is eternal,

Why waste it on a desire so useless and carnal.

Take the path less traveled by is what they say,

That should be the mantra to success they pray.

In this race to become something they forget,

Doesn’t everyone want to be first? I bet.

Everybody idolizes a hero, who wants a cipher?

Ask a hero how he feels, always under pressure.

If making something of yourself is all that matters,

Then how foolish of God to give us life, who leave his earth in tatters.

Heroes are the supermodels of this world,

Good to see from far but still a part of a herd.

“Become something first”, is all I got when I asked anything.

I said, “I become infallible if I know I am nothing.”

“I want to be like water, pushed around by the stones,

But reach my destination with the same taste.

They spit me, waste me and throw me,

But they can’t live without me.”

How good would it be to be free?

Enjoy all the small things like air, water and tree.

Life is to be lived without any pressure or gain,

When I was made, I was something, do I need to prove it again?