Echo

Look at this place,

look hard enough and it’s a face

full featured, staring back

to ask you why you look here

Feel out the space,

trace features with a finger

take a moment to linger

over it’s contours

Shout to hear its echo,

if you’re dumb enough to

recognize you in the waves

answering back

do not attack,

the anger that you feel

is misplaced

Stop a while to judge

your little actions

make them bigger

Don’t snigger at the back

of your 20,000 days

sniggering is a phase 

you must pass through

if you want to find the point of you

Which when all is done

is just the sum

of what you’ve given out

So make it good, 
and for fucksake
don't live for your echo