Even in emptiness, I am overwhelming. Even in stillness, I move you.
What is heard but never makes a sound, felt but never touched,
present but never seen?
I surround everything but cannot be grasped.
I hold the heaviest weight but weigh nothing.
What fills a room yet leaves it empty,
carries meaning but remains unseen?
You do not carry me, yet I weigh on you.
I am neither seen nor spoken,
yet I am always felt.
What remains even after you try to forget,
shaping your future with the past?
I move when you move but I do not lead. I stay when you stay, but I am not real.
What disappears when you turn to face it?
You feel me pressing down when all is still. I am heavy, yet I cannot be measured.
What burdens the heart and mind without form?
I am never there when you listen, but the moment you stop, I return.
What do you only hear when everything else is quiet?
I am the pause before the truth, the hesitation before the fall.
What breaks even the strongest voice?
No matter how much time passes, I remain the same. I am neither growing nor fading.
What number is always present, even in absence?
You are trapped inside me without chains. You move freely but never leave.
What confines without walls?
I am both infinite and finite, always moving but never arriving.
What beats but has no heart, moves but has no form?
I show you yourself, but you never recognize me.
What reveals your truth but does not show your face?
I reach for you, but you never respond. I ask, but you do not hear.
What question is never spoken but always understood?
I am yours, but I was never given to you. Others call me, but I do not answer.
What belongs to you but is always spoken by someone else?
I am spoken when something is over, but I am never truly the last thing said.
What word signals an ending but always leaves something behind?started?
No matter how far you go, I bring you back.
What always leads you to where you started?