We Are Nothing

I'm a believer.
Well, that's not really true.
I'm more of a make-believer.
But it sort of adds up to the same thing.
Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a 
universal truth, and our hopes are like litter in the open 
road for everybody to drive through.
Teetering on the swath, my physical limitations dwarf just 
by the wonder of living.
Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of
 life.
And now, being what I want to be catches up so fast with 
me.
I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to 
keep up with myself.
And now, nothing is a problem.
My mouth is dry from the heat, endless possible futures and
 the sweet promise of tomorrow is quenching my thirst.
All we need to do now ? is cheat death, for as long as we 
can.
So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean 
sheet from our pockets and write down all that we have 
achieved, all that we have seen, to make sure we have left 
nothing behind.
We are nothing.
We are nothing.
We are nothing.
Other than that then we give away for free and we are 
nothing but the sum of our parts