doing not doing

I do not want to touch plastic turn on the TV or be horrified at the place I landed once I came too before I spoke the language I reached out for love the way an ancient does It was a chore A thing to do My heart broke in the womb, A lifetime of subsisting on crumbs throwing pieces of myself into a volcano to pay for all the wrongs now I just walk abdominals in, chest up, eyes traight ahead walk until the end I used to pray to die just wanted to feel something it was never there because it's here it doesn't matter if nothing makes sense except when you talk to trees when you see there is no beginning or end Nothing is nothing doing inot doing doing not doing we’re all nothing nothing to behold nothing to see no matter how much you click and like wisdom is lost people forgot