It starts with nothing

I used to dream of the day I stand on a helicopter pad,

now I dream of the day I stand on debris.

Keeping together a collapsing building for years 

exhausted me.

Watching it fall apart before me,

I thought I'd crumble along with it.

Bruised not broken.

Because what I actually felt,

is freedom.

Motherfucker take your bullshit dreams with you.

I'm starting a new dream.

And it starts with "nothing".