Nothing

 That title is a lie,

Meant to trick your eye

It brought you to read this,

What you won’t want to miss.

That ‘nothing’ is actually something,

Just think about what you’re breathing.

 

Need a hint?

 

Its air.

 

I know that doesn’t exactly rhyme,

But I’ll make up for it in time.

 

Why don’t we think about it more?

Its air we should be thankful for.

Not family, nature, or something,

Because without it we’d have nothing.

No family, nature or something,

Instead, absolutely nothing.

That’s why it’s awesome to me.

Since without it, there’d be no you, no me.

 

It may sound silly,

But it’s true, really.

This poem was supposed to be awesome,

But I guess it will never be,

At least to me,

More awesome than air.

 
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Me
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