• If the world was just a room
    and I would be trapped in it,
    I should sleep day and night
    and watch the fan tracing
    circles on the wall.

    If my room was the entire the world
    and I could stay inside it always,
    I should sit in my chair with
    my mind adrift and watch the leaves
    as they slowly change.

    If my room and the world was
    one and the same,
    and I could live inside it,
    I would drift happy from morning
    to night, dreaming dreams of dreams
    and watch the light
    hover like butterflies on my brain,
    shifting and melting
    and flow into the wall...