In the room of faces,

I felt like I was being watched.

In the room of clocks,

All I could hear was a repetitive ticking.

In the room of mirrors,

Everywhere I looked all I could see was myself.

In the room of fields,

I could smell tons of flowers across the lands.

In the room of bananas,

I was surprised there was no monkeys there.

In the room of books,

They read there self to me