Price of Nothing

Low funding,
yet High in mind
Trace the footsteps in the snow
A subject of the object 
Just without comprehension. 
Yet that trail we trace, 
Ends somewhere under a rainbow, 
or perhaps a dark and damp road

"At what cost, is not the cost of what.
However, it must be nothing"

Priceless,
There is no idea finer
Except for the sign in the window, 
It was never on
But how ‘bout those odds
They bet to show.
the sign never went on

Another dark Friday, early in the morning
So let’s buy what could otherwise be stolen
“Is that why they’re all angry?”
“No, it’s the sanity that keeps them mad,
It’s the only reason they wait in line”

"So madness keeps us sane? 
There is no sense in that."
 
"Yes, but there is no cents when it comes to sense."

Ahh, Priceless
But why the lack of self- worth?
Well it's all worth while, don't ya think?
Something must be worth something, even if it's nothing


then what is priceless,
it's nothing
nothing but an idea
The concept for those in spirits, 
Who attempt to drown it all out.
Drown out the noise of that treacherous question? 
“Excuse me! Is this on sale?” 

TQS

stumpedwise.

Author: TQS

Creator and Editor at stumpedwise.

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