Nothing

I can't see nothing in the mist

Because I am inclined to be missed

When I strive so diligently to exist

Why do I always insist

That I be so lovingly kissed

In a vacuum field that doesn't exist

I think it makes me abjectly distressed

In a universe that seems to persist

Despite all of our attempts to resist

The very reality that we often missed

And where we all fail to coexist

A symbolic sketch!