Disjointed

Mere ignorance it is not.
Let it go I cannot.
Not wishing to know where have you been?
Shall not again ever be seen?

Much ado about nothing

So you know, or think you do.
A fuss arose, many voids to fill.
All to nought, over what never was.
Nothing of nothing, ever will be.

Brings to mind King Lear: Nothing will come of nothing