Nothingness

So many diaries to fill
So many ideas in the brain remain still
But can't say if I have any time to kill
In this chaos, I won't let my life go downhill.

My feed stacked up with articles to find meaning
My lips fed up with fake grinning
Somehow, everywhere I still keep winning
Is it a dream or the world's spinning?

Maybe I succumbed to the madness
Maybe I reached close to God's pre-eminence
Or was it all a result of my ostentatiousness?
Nonetheless, I love this solace in this nothingness.