Every/No thing

What is it like to feel nothing at all, you ask?
The answer to that lies in an empty mask;
Flavorless hopes,
And in an unmotivated task.

A conquest without a goal;
A peak without a flag;
An empty tank suddenly at 120;
Alone with a lag.

To feel nothing at all is simple
And simple should be good
but this stems from complexity
Such as a person suddenly rude.

Shuffles of meaning at intervals
A minute here, another away,
Just tell me you're here
A little longer, for always to stay

What is it like to feel nothing at all, you ask?
To hear you're growing distant
To turn deaf at the mention of forever
Maybe then you'll be resistant.