A room with no ending – by April.
I am walking, I am walking in a room with no ending,
A room that keeps on going, a room that is extending,
but wait, the room it’s closing me in,
on my dreams, my hope within,
I wonder, what will become of me,
What will I do? What will I see? What will I be?
I don’t know what to do, maybe just wait for this horror to end?
But no I don’t,
I flee instead