Poetic Response

A friend's poem abour frustration made me feel this way:

I have seen the sights you've seen
I have been the places you've been
I have struggled to understand
I have fretted when nothing's at hand
But the incongruous emptiness of my mind
And the endless nonsense that I find
That echoes so repetitious and so plain
At least there's no more nothing - I have pain.

Silly, huh?