If These Walls Could Talk

if these walls could talk would I feel embarrassment from the stories they could tell? within me if these windows could truly see would they close their blinds for every time I was given a farewell? if these floors could hold would I spend more time picking up tears from the corners where I hid? I started to glance over every object in my room and begin to question "why" in the reasons we live. every move made is priceless , there is no button to replay . I could never ask someone to put their feelings on pause. observing how stones can skip over the face of a lake as nature whispers- without reason ,how can you ever understand cause? how can you understand what goes hand-in-hand if you never tried to hold on to something or someone you love? nature said - give a man everything he needs and then wants and its still not enough.