Hole

Nothing out there can make happy
Nothing out there can make sad

It is all just happenings
when in here is (…)

All out there moves and soothes
but here is a hole that I am not able to lose
Filling, replacing, killing and hoping
all just disappears but does not fill

To conquer the world with its riches
or to obtain control of all desires
is not enough

What remains after this is all gone?