There once was day
Were there was a man
Who on this day thought
Of nothing
Not of current events
Not of past wars
Not of present wars
Not of good things
Not of bad things
He thought
Yet he didn’t
In his world of gray
Lay nothing
In contemplation
Of this nothing
He came to a conclusion
A conclusion of nothing
That nothing can only stem
From nothing
And if you think
Of nothing
You will eventually come
To nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem