"Exactly"

Animating the grey boughs
That I spoke through to you
Sifting into a punctured flightpath
Could I ever do as you do?
What are you waiting for
I must have loved you more and more
Something lacks substance
The image or the shadow?
May one call their inspiration lacking?
The greatest lie ever told was
Never young, never old
What's uninspired in nature?
Nothing
Exactly