When Nothing Comes From Nothingness

When nothing comes from nothingness,
Everything is eager too go;
It's like therein something is something fresh,
That needs to come out to show.
Fresher than ever it was before,
With everything of smallness there gone;
Just to make certain and sure,
That it is still here and the only one.

For like what is growing from nothingness,
It all needs to start from somewhere;
And when it comes out of what's less,
It knows it will be going from there.
Like every seed that is born from earth,
All life must rise up to be noticed;
And climb up the scale of its worth,
For what's nothing is lonely remotest.

When nothing comes from nothingness,
It surly needs all its strength;
For there is not much of the intermesh,
To keep up its vigor in length.
Though tides turn here to come again,
All struggle must conquer to win;
Otherwise all life's search were in vain,
And true reality only a spin spin