We Are Nothing

I'm a believer.
Well, that's not really true.
I'm more of a make-believer.
But it sort of adds up to the same thing.
Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth, 
and our hopes are like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through.
Teetering on the swath,
my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of living.
Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life.
And now, being what I want to be catches up so fast.
I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself.
And now, nothing is a problem.
My mouth is dry from the heat, endless possible futures 
and the sweet promise of tomorrow is quenching my thirst.
All we need to do now is cheat death, for as long as we can.
So that when the day finally comes, 
we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets 
and write down all that we have achieved, 
all that we have seen, 
to make sure we have left nothing behind.
We are nothing.
Other than that which we give away for free 
and we are nothing but the sum of our parts.

- Timo Maas (unless anyone wishes to attribute that little gem elsewhere?)