Nothing

Nothing

What do you do
When the bird is gone
And you happened to
Run out of guns?

I don’t deserve this,
Because I’m not worthy enough.
Nothing it’s what it is,
But nothing seems to be enough.

All in my hands is nothing
But dust being carried away by the wind.
All I hold is nothing but air,
But air and thin air.

All I have is nothing,
Absolutely nothing.