Nothing was and nothing will be

Nothing was and nothing will be.
This is true and I am free.
There's no such thing as right or wrong;
Just constraints to which we belong.
Preventions from being free,
From being you, from being me.
This is how our world does turn
Creating longings that only burn.
They tell you that you have a soul,
But these conditions take a toll.
They tell you how you should be,
But would this world exist without me?
Are these lovely, pretty, friendly illusions
Nothing more than perception conclusions?
When the night is cold and I'm alone,
I stare at the place I call a home.
A home is something more than a box,
It's the sum of people within its locks.
If these people are just perception,
Then isn't home one, big deception?
A soothing place to calm my nerves,
A hide out from the big, wide world.
If it is fake, then I am captive;
My thoughts, my logic no longer active.
Merely a hideout from myself.
So please, You, tell me there's something else.
Please tell me there's really a "You";
A purpose, a reason for the things I do.
For if there's not, that's the end of me;
Nothing was and nothing will be.