All of This and Nothing

The Big Bang birthed something from Nothing’s first call,
The Big Crunch returns things to Nothing at all;
Between these great Bounds we all rise, we all fall,
And gods are echoes of our lies from each Wall.

Darkness grows closer, this last light needs snuffing,
As silence drowns sounds of our abysmal bluffing,
While our lows were peaking our highs were all troughing,
You can keep all your somethings, all I need is Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.