The echo is constant
Ear drums engorged
You sit there
Waiting for it to stop
The back and forth
Nothing resolved
Even more piled on
As you walk away
They beg
They plead
Please stay
You decline
Give thanks
Knowing
It is a simulation
The echo is constant
Ear drums engorged
You sit there
Waiting for it to stop
The back and forth
Nothing resolved
Even more piled on
As you walk away
They beg
They plead
Please stay
You decline
Give thanks
Knowing
It is a simulation
Baroque Medusa 