infinite void
expands before me
nothing on which to stand

illusions shimmer ahead
and spread infinitely into a world

waves of nothing fill through time
and surround
it is illusion
this world that I have made

there is what is
and there is the is that is in my head
it is all illusion

of what have I not fooled myself before
I walk on nothing

each time I see
and think I know
only to find that I do not

and yet each time I see
and know that I know not
I then might start to learn

to know this
and to yet still walk on
to walk on nothing