He died without surprise

The gaps are my peace
For thoughts bring no solace now
I sit without myself
Without all those petty questions
And trivial games to play

An exit in the dancing bubbles
I drink to my escape  
Those cacophonic bubbles
Those beautiful bubbles
I could stare for hours
Waste both time and space

For where am I among the empty cans
And who am I among these brothers
I find that even they have questions
Question that turn inside
I’ve found nothing to share
That same nothing to hide

So what do I say?
Do I lie?
Harp comforting notions?
“Everything will be okay
Well all die eventually…“