Nothing

It's an empty space, Just all the colors forming black. It can form into everything, Yet everything's what it lacks A word without a meaning, A body without a soul. It's love without a feeling, and life without a goal. It's a space without planets, galaxies without stars. It's a person without confidence, And the 21st century without cars. It's thought of as impossible, But that we know is wrong. It's summed up into zero, in which we have guessed this all along. It's a word we can't define, Yet we know it means something. It's a feeling of neutrality, Our word was formed to nothing.