Emptiness...

Everything echoes in this absence of sense:
Sound, light, life, thoughts, sanity.
It's a challenge to keep focus in such environment
When it feels worse than death, beyond what one can bear.

Notice how we are always running away from it,
With PCs, TVs, friends, lovers, study, entertainment
But when will we finally face it? We should,
Otherwise it will just keep coming back,
Leaking from the gaps of life to wet you.

"One should not descend to the bottom of everything 
in the search of the meaning to pretty much everything",
So they say, for many have lost themselves in the path
But what if one is forced to do so for some reason?

In the end you'll see, that in the bottom of it all,
There's nothing.
Not forty-two, not an ideal triangle, not any deity;
There's no single explanation to it all.

Then what if you need a meaning to live for?
We could try finding somewhere one to lead on,
But maybe we shouldn't.
This emptiness can be used on our favor,
It can motivate you to create like so,
It can open your mind instead of reaping it,
It can be the one freedom that can't be stolen.

Still, it keeps on corroding my being,
Little by little, till there's nothing left.
So why can't I help it?

(...)

So may we rest in peace, my friend
Learn with the challenges to our existence
And eventually find the ways to a fully evolved soul.