Nothing

Nothing  

Who are you, my busy friend, 

When all your work  is  done ,  

And  you're with left nothing but an empty page? 

Wherever can you  go when

All your dreams have been erased

And all your small  arrangements

Are  replaced? 

What's that song that's playing 

Underneath the over- tones?

And who's the one who's praying 

When your heart's  as  cold as stone? 

Does love include  the boogyman

That's hiding in your head? 

Can God  redeem you from the depths 

And heal you with His  bread?  

Show me all the roses 

That encircle planet earth,

I'll take you  where  your spirit dwells 

In tunnels named re-birth.

Find me where I'm hiding 

In between  the rows of corn; 

 I'll sing for you with all my  heart

And watch , as you are born.  

What do you do, 

When all your deeds  are done 

And  you're down to one half- melted    ice cream cone? 

Who  are you when all 

Your dreams have been erased?  

Your  nothing, and your everything 

At once .