An Echo

An echo
always, always
talks back...

Say "hello"
in the woods
a "hello" comes back...

Such seems
the deed
of an echo...

It exist
as if to mock
me and you.

To avoid it
into the crowd
you must go...

There, no echo
to mock
and talk back...

Just the hustle
and bustle
of many people...

Too busy to speak
always in a hurry
to go somewhere...

In a crowd
of many faces
no one speaks...

You wish
somebody would
echo your thoughts...