Nothing In Particular Poem by RIC BASTASA

i walk inside the mall
with nothing in mind in particular
i am just walking
that is the essence of my being here
i am this vagabond in the city
where noise is loud and so many
where people are always leaving taking rides here and there
where darkness cannot overcome the lights
of the city streets
i have nothing in my mind
nothing in particular
whatever is it
as the night deepens like a flood
of water where the dam keeps its hold
nothing overflowing
nothing in particular and you keep on following me perhaps
trying to figure out if there is wisdom in this
ah, still there is nothing in particular
just like our existence now
nothing in particular
that is the essence of all this
we keep on moving
with nothing in mind in particular
until we arrive at
nothing in particular
that is the meaning of this
nothing in particular nothing poetic
nothing.