Enter a room of emptiness
But imagine all is there
Or expected to be
It has doors to lead to other rooms
Also empty
Bare
Each of them has something different
Nothing of the same
Quite true they are empty
All quite the same you think
But really all are unique
In their little special way
Each are favored by fantasies
A little more to see
Maybe not reality
Doors open with squeeks
Floors move and creek
All contain a different pattern
As a journey through life
You would believe.

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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