I am.... (Part 8)

[Intro (bare tone, hollow but present)] There was no arrival Only recognition Like remembering something I never forgot [(soft low resonance, like pressure equalising)] [Verse 1] I thought it was calling From somewhere below But the depth had no edge It only showed Every silence I followed Every pull I obeyed Was a shape I was making From what I gave I mistook the echo For something else But echoes don’t travel They are themselves And I kept answering Like I was apart When I was the space Between every part [Pre-Chorus (quiet realisation, unstable breath)] Say it was out there Say it came near Say it was separate From what I hear But the moment I listen Without trying to run The voice and the listener Are already one [Chorus (slow, heavy, dissolving identity)] I am the well And I always was Not something I fell into But what I became because I am the well No door to close No end beneath me Only what grows I am the well Not deep below But what remains When nothing lets go [Post-Chorus (whispered fracture)] It’s me It’s me It’s been me [Verse 2] There was never a hunger That wasn’t my own Never a calling That didn’t echo bone I built every silence I mistook for command And called it something I couldn’t understand The faces I carried The names I let fall Were never departures Just me through them all And the fear I was feeding Was never alone It learned my shape Because it was home [Pre-Chorus 2 (soft, destabilised clarity)] Say I was taken Say I was led But nothing was speaking Outside my head There is no outside There never was Only the motion Of what I was [Chorus (full, steady, irreversible)] I am the well Not beneath the ground But in every thought That turns me around I am the well No voice to obey Just the shape of me I can’t separate I am the well And I don’t fall I was the depth That held it all [Bridge (spoken, quiet, absolute stillness)] I used to think Something was pulling me in But there is no in Only skin And what I called darkness What I called deep Was just the place I learned to keep [Break (music strips to faint pulse, then silence-like hum)] [Final Chorus (soft, expanded, almost peaceful but hollow)] I am the well And I don’t end I am the return I am the bend I am the well No need to call Because there was never A call at all I am the well And now I see There was never a “it” Only me [Outro (whisper, fading into internal space rather than silence)] I was listening [(pause)] I was answering [Intro (bare tone, hollow but present)] There