Timeless Room

The wall is white.

Everything that was part of the room is white.

The objects we own defines difference.

No matter where we move these objects 

they still have the same meaning.


A bed to sleep.

A table to use for our daily tasks. 

A Chair to sit.

A fan up the ceiling to keep us cool.

A sink for hygiene.

A room to take care of us.


The room is in a house.

The house is owned by the owners.

The Owners lets you stay.

The time you stay is up to you.


Day by day passes.

Room holds one thing that changes.

Grows in size, in shape, in ages. 

When will it leave?

When will it grow up?

When will it changes its fate?

Or is it their prison? 


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