Nothing

Give me an awakening
Some that will, I pray
Shatter my light
Or...maybe something
That will make me forget
That, at times like this
I sit bored and confused
Pushing trees into roads
With my mind
Pushing roads into rivers
With my pain
Pushing rivers into words-
It isn't pain, now, is it?
No, I forgot what to call it
Once I realized that the trees are dieing.

I could sit here or
Be out there, it doesn't make a difference,
Does it?
I know ten years from now
Trees will be roads, road will be rivers
I will be thinking of nothing
Admiring my words
Nothing.
If I trade my heart-
And yes, I will give it gladly
Will you fill my mind
With...
What does one call it?
Not quite rough
Or smooth
Or flowing
Or beating
It is what I long for that
Equates to irrevocability
Perfect!
Yes that is what I ask for, nothing
And in return you shall get
My dummy of a body
To do with as you please.