Alone in a room
one foot out the door
and one hand clutching to a wall
that's somehow clutching firmly back
I can't remember rooms having arms before
Looking the celling
watching things that never got to be
break free from their hold
feeling for once a thing that I could always see
going round the ring
is there no escape?
it's always safe
safe from everything but me
It' just a room
but rooms can hold a lot
Fighting shadows that creep along
flickering through the light
Its just this room and me
Right?
Perhaps the time has come to find a way
to leave behind the warmth, the light and this solid safety net
because sometimes what lies in the dark
can set you free.
Decide for yourself what you take from this.
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