I stood in the room of crimson red roses,

and the petals fell from their homes then floated.

I stood in the room of pens,

and the ink threw itself on the card.

I stood in the room of seasons,

and the climate changed everywhere I went.

I stood in the room of stars,

and they winked at me up above.

I stood in the room of seas,

and the seas waved at me.

I stood in the room of clouds,

and tears fell from their faces.

I stood in the exit,

the outside was calling me.