My voice echoes in the room that is only mine
The halls of my mind are like concert chambers
As I open a bottle of the finest wine
I think about everything from flowers to numbers
My room is empty sometimes, I am alone
I cannot summon a single coherent thought
Ripples spread if I toss a stone
Cannot write a poem no matter how well taught
Then again sometimes a crowd is summoned
By whom I do not know
Voices have me completely surrounded
And I cannot come and cannot go
Some sweet moments with just a friend
visiting and drinking tea the afternoon
Time seems to lengthen and bend
Days like this are quite a boon,
So the room goes from here to there
and everywhere throughout the days
Tranquility - somehow, someday, somewhere
Serenity is out there in the haze
Copyright Mike Dedek 2004 :)
