Why All The Fuss?

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Could it be it’s really nothing?

Nothing?

Could it be I’m really no one?

No one?

Is this really going nowhere?

Nowhere?

Just blank, vast, empty, space 
merely playing as form?

Nothing?
No one?
Nowhere?

Really?

Then why, oh why, all the fuss?
Why, oh why, all the stress?
Why, oh why, all the struggle?

It all amounts to 
nothing, 
no one, 
nowhere.

That’s all it is, 
all it ever was, 
all it ever will be.

Wow, what a trip!
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