Transcendental Soliloquy

It’s a vacuum, covered by paper, Feel is full, but knowing empty, A fool’s thoughts hiding a fool’s truth Propped up just before it falls, Keep it standing a little while longer When the other is there, it’s not so bad But twice as empty when it’s gone, A hole in the middle, surrounded by nothing The wind blows through, then it’s gone Back to where it was all along. Never going to change it; knew it, Sometimes better isn’t after all, Knew what it was, saw it all The choice made, worse without Stand back and let it fall…