Making The Most Out Of The Space You’re In.

A short dissection of a poem I wrote a decade ago

Nothing Nowhere Nobody

by J Isom

Well, I’m just sitting here, doing nothing.

Or is it nothing because I think nothing of what I’m doing?

Maybe it’s nothing because when there WAS something to do, I did nothing.

Where am I? Nowhere.

But is it nowhere because I make nothing of where I am?