The last part of my series, following "Nothing," and "Anything." There's no interesting reason behind the writing of this poem. When my mom told me to write yet another poem, I simply felt compelled to write this one.
Also, the title doesn't completely match with the actual content but it sounded nice so I kept it.
I suppose that it is only fair,
If I write a piece,
On the word “something,”
As I have already written pieces,
On the words “nothing” and “anything,”
Although the reason why I am writing this,
Makes the utmost sense,
That does not change the fact,
That I didn’t want to write this,
Anyways, the word “something,”
Doesn’t really have a clear meaning,
Unlike the other words,
At least in my own head,
In some cases,
This word is basically the same,
As the word “anything,”
It is simply used,
Where the word “anything,”
Cannot be,
In the phrase,
“I want something,”
It makes more sense,
To use “something,
Rather than “anything,
Which would sound like,
“I want anything,”
I personally enjoy this word,
Because when you say,
“I am not doing anything,” Or “I am doing nothing,” You are in fact, doing something,
Hence why I love this word,
It happens to be,
A word of many meanings,
And it will always mean something.
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