you're in a room
white walls, white ceiling, tan carpet
but there's a sign
the sign flickers on,
your mind starts to wonders and the room changes to me your minds creativity
you picture the urbanization of different shapes
space, you secrets, your fears
buildings appear and disappear,
more rooms added to that one room
vast seas come and go
free to wonder where ever your mind takes you...
but are you really?
are you really free, or are you damned and confined to that one space,
never allowed to communicate with other minds?
are you really free?
life means nothings in this room
you're in control of what goes on but, are you really free?