Echoes in the hallway.
Echoes in the yard
The sound of people talking.
But he won't let down his guard.
If nature abhors a vacuum,
Then he may be a marked man.
Within the walls of his room,
Is he just empty,
Is he the empty man?
Voices in the subway.
Voices in the heat.
Crowds of people walking,
Sweep him from his feet.
If nature abhors a vacuum,
Then he may be a marked man.
Within the walls of his room,
Is he just empty,
Is he the empty man?
Words come tumbling,
All jumbled in a rush.
A flood of self revelation,
Followed by deep hush.
Once again he is empty,
Doesn't seem like he's quite there.
The empty man with the distant stare.
The empty man.
Oh, the empty man.
Hollow at the center.
No use for hollow words.
Kicks a can on down the street,
The sound of the absurd.
If nature abhors a vacuum,
Then he may have the last laugh.
Just silence, but not emptiness.
Is he just empty,
Is he really the empty man?