No Reality to Echo From

No Reality to Echo From To live is to echo a reality In which there is no reality to echo from Because reality as we know it isn't here, nor anywhere It's always moving It's always echoing It’s always shifting and filtering within itself It's always relative to oneself To itself So what does the echo…echo? The lives of one another? The memories? It's the stories, the legends, the anecdotes the laughter, cries, pain, pleasure, sadness, and happiness, shared among us That is the echo, that our Reality The reality with no reality The echoes that are relative to us as people that also echo in the echo Bouncing like waves from reality walls Walls that keep us going Echoes in our reality Reality in our echoes in which there is No reality to echo from.