Who Knew?

It's hard to talk when the walls
have no ears
and inside those walls
are wires, pipes, wood and switches
thousands of little lights
and if you stare at the frame long enough
it's a waterfall coming down
and it's hard to breath out here
when the air is so thin
and you're tired of talking at it
talking and talking and talking at it
listening to it talk back
but only in words
that hurt your lungs even more
and static fills the the air
and overwhelming sense of doom
the night ain't like it used to be out here
the signals get mixed up if out in the air
then not maybe in our heads.
put it all in a coffee can
and float it out there into the morning dew
roll it down the long curvy hill
until the coffee can comes rolling back one day
filled not with me but with you.