You’re always this
You’re always that
I think of you in absolutes
But, you’re never really anything

I called for you down the Listening Well
Pulled up a pailful of hollow sound
Do not answer, it echoed back
Do not sully my perfect silence

You’re always that
You’re always this
But, you’re never really anything
‘Cause all you ever are is gone

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