Introduction

I remember the day you met me.

You asked me who I was,
Something, or Nothing?

I told you I was one in the same,
I am something, but altogether,
I am nothing.

I told you I was ice cream on a
too hot summer day,
And that I was a parka,
On a freezing winter night,

I told you I was the hatred within
The light of the sun,
And that I was the love beneath
The darkness of the moon,
And behind the darkest shadows.

I told that inside I was made of,
Ice and rain and cloudy skies,
All the bad of the sun.
And horseplay on the pool's edge,
Along with the emergency room visit,
Including the 14 stitches.

I told you I was death,
And the fear of being buried alive.
The life of the morgue technician,
As he deals with preserving the dead,
And the constant exposure to decay.
I told you I was like the cancer he developed,
After he touched too many chemicals.

You looked at me as if I was insane.
Again, I told you that I was something,
But if you put those somethings together,
You come to the conclusion of nothing.
Of nonsense, humbug and morbidity.
But you asked me who I was,
So quit giving me that look,
And introduce yourself to me.