Beginning Of Nothing Poem by first name last name

I like this new bed because its pink
And that's my favourite colour
Or was it red? Or are they the same?
Oh well, It feels good too, but wait
Do colours have feelings?
No? How mundane
Also I like these new lights
Or at least i think they're new
Well they work pretty well, light up the room
And that is what lights do?

Well these curtains are kinda pretty
Some sort of intricate design
I know they had a name but I can't remember what
What was is it that curtains do?
Could've sworn they had a job
Anyway I like these people too
They let me stay here and give me food to eat
And clothes to wear
Sometimes they walk in here and talking
about abstract things like death and morality
And love and dreams
They even said they were my family
Whatever that means