I have nothing
It seems that
Out of me nature
Wants something
Something I don't know
What it is Something
I'm not sure I know
How to give
I have nothing

In the chaos of life
I keep finding myself pressed
Pressed like grapes pressed
To draw out the juice
Except there's no juice
Left in me
I have nothing

I squirm as I walk
Upon the waters to
Look into the abyss
Of my innermost being...