Maihan Phan

People are different, and I am different.
I change, I shift
I am something, and I am nothing
In succession.

Chimes fill the air
and laughter chases it.
I whirl, I dance on vibrations
as the world watches.

I am the gentle itch
of fondness that appears
when a day is done and past
and nothing occurred but enjoyment.

But black and white I am not.
I am pure, exhilarating.
I am nefarious, fleeting.
I am something, and I am nothing.

There are those who toss
ambitions long nursed
for a taste of me –
depraving, deplorable, desperate –

There are those who stop
at nothing –
Nothing –