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