n the room of anxiety,

walking was harder than the ability to jump

In the room of air,

flowers danced as the wind whistled along.

In the room of electric,

a guitar played silently.

In the room of cars,

the engines roared like a lion.

In the room of lemons,

they were as sour as a sugary candy.

Finally I wandered in the room oceans,

my hands became water as I walked on jumping stones.