The world's son

I'm trying to hear the sound.
the sound of nothing, silence pulsing.
if i could make everything motionless...
i would have my way with them all.
I'll show them the exact opposites they've shown me.
love and hate,
give it like it's free,
then steal it away like it wasn't anything.
nothing at all.
maybe it never existed.
at least it never did truly exist in me.
all I've known,
all my life,
wasn't anything at all....
subject to the rule of strong steel pillars...
they taught me to stand firm in bitterness.
but they never told me that everything around would pass away....
now I'm as venerable as a newborn child.
easily persuaded,
neglected,
with no guidance...
from just one...
but the whole world....
i am the world's son