Nothingness

So many diaries to fill So many ideas in the brain remain still But can't say if I have any time to kill In this chaos, I won't let my life go downhill. My feed stacked up with articles to find meaning My lips fed up with fake grinning Somehow, everywhere I still keep winning Is it a dream or the world's spinning? Maybe I succumbed to the madness Maybe I reached close to God's pre-eminence Or was it all a result of my ostentatiousness? Nonetheless, I love this solace in this nothingness.