THE ROOM

Inside this room I'm standing alone

Shut is the window, so is the door

Silence embraces me tightly

as I'm staring at the grim floor

I observe the empty room

feeling as well bleak within

Two cases so alike

I have really never seen

But while I was standing still,

a strange thought occurred

Both the room and me being empty

is a notion quite absurd

In the heart of the room, I stand,

a form of life, a unique soul

And in the heart of mine there is

the Source of Life, the Utter Whole...