nothing ever happens

not a wiggle of life in a leaf

not a wagging tail on a dog

not a falling drop from the sky

not a figure in the empty fog

no one laughs
when no one's looking
no one believes
and no one's coming

no one's living
yet no one's dead
the sky is just blue
patches on red

air's laden with
the moisture of sorrows
none lend a smile
and no one borrows

no water moves
and no fishes swim
the faces look empty
but eyes filled to brim

and nothing ever happens
nothing ever moves

nothing