Nothing ahead, no
Nothing behind, and still
I fear nothing, I truly fear
No feeling, no wit,
No sorrow, no guilt,
No anxiety, no anticipation, no chocolates.
No babies, no applause, no sweat.
Days upon days of caverns ready to fill.
Plates to fill.
Cups to fill.
Time to fill.
Minds to fill.
Me to fill.
Fight against it, fill ‘er up, I say,
Every moment of every day, I say.
For the opposite of smiles and watermelon
And bee stings and hopscotch and tussles.