In the room of water, I swam in to action.

I the room of books, I could see my future.

In the room of holy, I was prickled in to action.

In the room of pencils, my words appeared on the page.

In the room of questions, I questioned my self.

In the room of Winter, I was as cold as ice .

In  the room of  terror, I was scared .

In the room of mirrors, I could see my future.

In the room of nothing, I was lost .

In the room of eyes, I stared.