Emptiness, it’s familiar

A refreshing mirror

Finding it is a penance

It’s not a lonely sentence

Everything’s a reflection

Through clinging or rejection

A sturdy wall is built

Lifelike, it won’t wilt

Emptiness remains hidden

Life becomes purpose-driven

Of experiences, bitter-sweet

We’re left longing, incomplete

Emptiness, it’s not distant

It comes in an instant

When we drop the hoard

We are no longer ignored