Constructed Nothingness

another old one

those rigid statues of the past and future lie under molten ash
they walk with a laughing gate
step by step spewing forth brilliance on an etherical level

trenches into space where lightless anarchy thrives
bold, having seen the beginnings and ends they are the only knowledge
listless from salvaging themselves

these are the statues that hold us
created of nothingness and thought
energy on most pure levels

those who find themselves fascinated with them
lose themselves somewhere else
never in their present

and I will walk along
searching for my own statue
piece by piece I'll construct my own nothingness

never either here nor there
I fancied them all long ago
and sewed myself to living in the past
but I'm always looking into the future