SOMETHING THAT'S NOTHING

No its not, it is, its not, it is

its what, I don't know what it is,

if its what I think, you think it too,

or do we differ me and you.

We see, we don't, we see, we don't,

a never ending game, 

but when we see, or not, we find, 

its just there all the same.

Sense is it, or nonsense too,

what a fuss a hullaballoo,

incense covers up the dew,

only given selected few.

I feel, you feel it too, or do you 

feel the same desire to know,

the fires the same enthusiasm, 

sinks and rises just like snow.

What was all this here about,

I've forgotten haven't a clue,

If you're still in doubt,

sour grapes to you.