The Beauty of Nothing

I was walking around in my head
I was looking for something to do
I was brushing away the cobwebs
I was an animal in my own zoo
I was catching a glimpse in my eyes
I was looking for something to see
Could have been day, it could have been night
Could have not even been me
The beauty of nothing, the beauty of nothing
I was playing the game with no one
I was winning and losing and a draw
I was breaking my brain about why
I was playing at all
There’s a way that I think I should be
Its a concept that’s rooted in sand
But the moment the wind comes along
I no longer am
The beauty of nothing, the beauty of nothing