There is always a door,
some way of coming in
leading to a way out.

Usually there is a window
looking out on broken streets
or meadows filled with flowers.

The sun is pouring in,
or the shades are drawn.
You decide.

Inside the room it’s quiet,
or the radio blares.
Yes, that’s up to you as well.

There is only one chair and a table.
There are couches and paintings.
The room could be empty.

You write in a blue notebook,
or you read far into the night.
You sit and dream.

You have known so many rooms,
so many ways of looking out a window,
ways of going in and out the door.

When will you grow weary of doors
and windows? of walls and ceilings?
Yes, that’s also for you to decide.