Are You Listening, My Friend?
I would like to find a room where no one else is.
a fresh, pristine and clean room.
no dirt, no dust, just brand new, shiny squeaky clean,
nothing has marked it or made any marks on the floors or walls yet.
a room that I would find to my liking -
that I could make into a room that I would like.
perhaps I would get a piece of carpet,
or a small rug.
maybe a small couch,
or an old bean bag chair.
maybe they would look nice in that room.
maybe I would have a window.
that might be nice. a window with a view.
but what would I see if I looked out of that window?
what would be out there that I would like to see?
what should I see from that window....
what would be pleasing to view,
to give me pause to consider,
make me smile in wonder...
what should I see?
I have no answer.
no idea at all.
perhaps the window might be a bad idea.
much like the idea that there is no door,
and I cannot leave that room.
and no one can enter in, as well.
I have no idea at all.
maybe one day I will finish the room....
then I might have an answer.
are you listening, my friend?
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