This place,
It echoes with sounds.
From the past present and future.
It gives me an option.
Of which to respond to.
Will I keep screaming back at the past?
Or whisper towards the future?
Why not just sit and listen to the sounds of now
Instead of worrying about the sounds that might come,
Or regretting the ones that have already left.
I will love the sounds that are bouncing off the walls of now.