HOW THE ECHO FILTERS REALITY

HOW THE ECHO FILTERS REALITY An echo is always intended as a sort of reply An answer, if you will, to reinforce meaning Yet each, in its own way, takes the initiative And maybe accused of being unappreciative As towards a new reality it could be leaning But over time, it must slowly but surely die Multiple repeated attempts one may detect Each echo reflected by various hard surfaces Rebounding back, almost attempting rhyme Adding a subtle new dimension every time A reinforcement for all intent and purposes The original sound surprised by such effect An echo may try to assume a new identity Yet is ever constrained to reflect its origins Nevertheless, it retains that single modality However much might be lost of the reality As each repeated echo once again, begins But as it finally dies, one may just feel pity