What did you say?

It all feels so empty,
and not much more.
Certainly not less.

How do you make that profound feeling sound profound when your feet are still on the ground?

Obviously you are not empty at all.
You're still alive,
and that merits content.

But, if never found is the profound, as the endless wheel spins around, and around, and around, how can a life be sound?

You're alive you fool!
Food, water, shelter -
the amenities abound.

'Abound'! You're starting to sound like me, and that just should not be for one so pragmatically and satisfactorily sound.

It was I who made the declaration -
firstly, foremostly, and so so certainly.
Must you be so forgetful?

Maybe, if you were profound, I would feel the resounding slap of your words, and remember the pain as I hit the ground.

But, you say you're empty.
You say somethings missing,
as if you're broken somehow.

No, Mr. Profound, you said that, as if you've found a resounding truth with your houndog determination - just to bring me down.

Ah, but down you are,
and with you I will be
until a path is found.