Emptiness gnaws at the pores of my inner self
Causing me to stare at the path laid out for me
With a heavy expression on my face!
Why, is it, I do wonder, what the rest of the world feels
When they try to wonder about giving any meaning
Pray, emptiness, oblivious to my unease
Invades all the pores of my body
Playing on them, notes and notes of its own melodies
Rejoicing at these even
And bidding me to do same!
But emptiness is not to be favored
Emptiness is not my friend
Emptiness is to be fought
Emptiness is the testing ground for the skies
Why, the way I deal with it, shall be the reason
I shall come to know someday
If I shall be deemed as worthy of settling in Eden
Or I shall have to toil on the lands of fallen worlds!
Pray, come, emptiness may lurk around
Emptiness shall keep on lurking
Best would it be to learn to play the piano
So that I succeed in satisfying it, by doing exactly what it wants
Yes, best is it to soothe myself by playing the pieces of my life
In total symphony with the many layers of emptiness!