If these walls could talk
They would greet
Those weary eyes
Those agitated footsteps
Those inconvenient buggy pushers
They would prompt
Rest here and take in my silence
Sip by sip
Like a spicy bitter strong filter coffee.
Or would you rather if my displaced anticipation had no filter?
As a wall, i can’t talk, i can only echo.
That’s even worse for you isn’t it?
If these walls could talk they wouldn’t throw us back that echo!
Time for the Narcissus to dive in the deep
Spicy bitter strong negotiations
With no filter
sedimentary 