Your room

Life is like a room
Who do you let in
How do you furnish
How do you decorate
And at the end
You are not allowed
To keep anything
No matter how much
Or how little it cost,
Life is like a room
You can rent
Pretend to own
But your life
Is a loan
One day you will
Have to give back
But for now
All you let in
Is the life you make;
A birdhouse
A garden
A dog
A cat
All that
Will not last.
Life is a room
to rent.
You can decide
What to let in
What to let out
But not when
You move in
Not when you
Finally move out.
Life is a room
With curtains
With a view
But it is always
A place you make
for you to live
And what you allow
Will allow you
To live.
What do you have
In your room?
Where is your hope
Where is the doom?
Everything is contained
In that room.

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
This entry was posted in a letter to the stars, a stranger in paradise, environment, planetary life, poetry, poetry in motion, survival. Bookmark the permalink.

6 Responses to Your room

  1. I like it, but it leaves me a little sad. It feel fatalistic. Maybe I’m reading it wrong. I do like it, though.

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