There is no spoon

The walls talk
But they don't say anything
Put on a blindfold
So you'll be understood

I saw a train fall out of the sky
There was nothing I could do but stare
I thought about the people on it
They might spill their drinks
But maybe they were important
Like the things that hold the tablecloth down on a windy day
But not anymore
It's hard to be important when you're dead
But people love you more