It could be something
Then again almost nothing
It could be a sign
Maybe a warning
A rustle of leaves
Nature is calling

It could be something
So many vibrate colours
Red means danger
But it is such an amazing hue
That red toadstool
Will be the death of you

It could be something
The way she stared back at you
Then again it could be nothing
Maybe she is suffering
A vacant stare
Not looking at you
Life is never fair

It could be something
The way the weather has changed
Seasons are all upside down
Amalgamated into a messy goo
Sunbathing after snowfall
Freezing in the summer
Some events are dangerous
Some are funnier

It could be something
But the words never are right
Trying to find the right description
But nothing never sounds nice
Trying to draw a sketch with a blunt pencil
A comedy without wit in the heart
Too happy to write a tragedy
Too far gone to start

It could be something
But I will never know the truth
The rain it pours and cleanses
Except when it brings sand from the desert
Nothing can ever be sure
Something is always a surprise
Don’t believe in a premonition
Just believe your eyes

It could be something
But maybe how I spoke it was wrong
I was laughing at my murderous lines
I cried to our love song
Don’t walk around the church the wrong way
Watch out for walking under a ladder
Nothing is funnier than superstition
Only the good knows what is badder

It could be something
Tingling in the crisp air tonight
The heavens are far too silent
And the moon was betrayed by starlight
Of all the million years that they have danced
Together but further than before
Nothing darkens the in between
When the meteorite slams to the floor

It could be something
But maybe it is false news
An independent papers foul play
Just to get them some better views
There is nothing to trust anymore
This world is riddled with riddles
There is no heart in what they say
Only malice in the way they fiddle

It could be something
But it will amount to nothing
When you look back on life
And try to make an interesting summary
For all the excitement and wonder
Most things will be left out of your documentary
Nothing was as great as you wished
Everything was so wrapped in complacency

It could have been something
It could have been a super idea
A wonderful way to react to the new
Something was going to become of you
But nothing happened and the moment past
Just like time it never lasts
Shrinking down and deflating confidence
Tripping over the discarded ego
Embarrassed at the fuss and pampering
In the end it was never a something

Darren Hobson is a published poet who writes constantly and truthfully, mixing his palette of words with detail and enthusiasm, he writes about society, the general grind of daily live but also writes short stories about the supernatural and dark fairy tales. He has many eBooks and paperback books on offer why not delve deeper into this artists mind?

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