Nothing is Still Something

The paper says that I have been banned from existence,

And it is the only thing that is with me in this empty room,

But I do not know why this has happened,

Or why I have this feeling of doom.

Why am I here, what have I done wrong?

I can't recall a single detail,

But I can remember when I went to sleep,

I had the feeling I could not fail.

Wasn't the day before, my birthday at last,

A celebration of sorts,

Of years survived and past?

Then why had this happened to me?

Then I realized something that changed my mood,

For how could I exist to myself, but yet cease to be,

For nothing is still something, even if it's just a thought,

And with this I realized there was now more to see.

The room which had to exist to contain me began to fade,

And everything cleared in my mind as it all came back,

There had been a crash, and a bang, that night I slept,

The body that used to contain me under foreign attack.

I've become nothing, yet everything, all at once,

And everything is all or nothing to me,

I know this now, as I take my new form,

I am now a celestial being, and one with the galaxy.