A comfortable room, locked me out and in,
The opening at the sides, wide and calm,
The crust on the cooling milk separate elegant,
The drawing of it may expose what I have,
The home I am in, pat locked out and in,
But the window is open to fly with hot air balloon,
The expanding parachute is meant for downward descend,
While my thought roams up and above the crescent,
I am free to walk wherever I like in this room,
I am free to do whatever I fancy in this room,
I am stamped with liberties to speak loudly in this room,
But my tied hands, legs and minds carelessly think,
that they are free in this room: the rooms of blink and blank.
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Room and home out and in. Thoughts roam up and down. Feet moving forward and back. Beautiful poem full of thought provoking lines. Thank you.