Echo - Poem

I believe our greatest trait is adaptability to strange times

This world is now so far removed from stone, water and fire

Yet we flourish, thrive and achieve the impossible and again

But perhaps the greatest reality shift is meeting our reflection

I wonder, how many voices we were born to hear in a lifetime?

How many faces to know

How many faces to wear

How often would ancient humans hear their own voice?

Perhaps only from the the slick cave walls of their home or the low hum in their skull

How often do you hear yours?

How often do you see your own eyes?