Nothing to see here

It's a beautiful morning.. sun's shining sweet galore

Everyone's happy having dough and singing folklore 

I got nothing on my mind and going about my chore

Oh wait.. there's this sound again .. I've heard it before..

Decibels rising up the air.. drawing attention for all to care..

The climate's changing, nations fighting, bank's stealing my money.. yet again..

I'm still not rich, happy or a success and I'm told to keep trying.. 

I keep trying, dying, trying, dying, trying and it's all very trying...

It's all very trying... and am a little crying...
I can hear my soul.. si si..sighing..

And my heart whispering..may be am a dying....

Oh wait.. I've heard it all before..there's this sound again .. 

Decibels rising up the air.. but my soul doesn't really care...

I just don't really care... anymore...

There's nothing to see here....

Nothing to feel about....

There's Nothing to see here....

Nothing to inspire....

There's just nothing to see here....