Nothing is Something

Walk a tightrope
between responsibility and life.
Choose wisely,
the place to fall.

We are something out of nothing.
Why must we choose to land
where nothingness is nonexistent,
where servitude makes sense,
and sleeping is just sleep?

When will we choose to see,
something out of nothing is,
forever will be, just nothing.
That sleep may be wake,
and wake may be sleep.
That freedom is true freedom,
lacking restraints.

Why not fall there?
Why not try consciousness?
Maybe you'll find,
something didn't come of nothing,
that nothing came of something,
and that something,
is nothing.