i’ve said so many things i don’t mean.
i’ve typed so many things i don’t mean.
i hear no substance.
i see no substance.
most things are empty of meaning.
you just have to look.
and see.
and observe.
we’re all empty.
but i can’t find the bottom
we're so fickle.
but i see the bottom of the tipple.
it’s so empty.
i thought maybe with age,
i thought maybe with space.
i thought maybe with people.
but i have never really needed them.
and we just keep talking with no substance.
keep typing with no substance.
maybe it’s time.
or maybe i’m just stuck in my ways.
