Nothing needs reasoning
Nothing needs changing
Just the way it ought to be.

Nothing needs addressing
Nothing needs sorting out
I can do what I like.

It's amazing how clear it gets
When nothing's the current vital task
It's amazing how free I am
When I don't need to work to make things better

Headlong, I charge
'Till I remember I don't need to
A mission to more missions
The proverbial answers that lead to more questions
Or find them and then ignore them
It's bad if you're searching
Searching for what?

Like I said, it's already there.
But nothing.

'Tis the process of looking for an answer
That eats your face.