the nightingales are singing
songs of insecurity
to reassure the angels
about their own stupidity
the fairytale is over
the dwarfs are here to play
and since thinking is forbidden
I don’t really want to say
it is too chaotic...
since the blank is taking over
my thoughts are pushed
too deep and lower
the emptiness of mind
is to be applauded
cold september
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-the-emptiness/
