In the room of time,
I can travel back to the dinosaurs.
In the room of time,
I told myself to go faster on the race track last week.
In the room of time,
you can pause time to fix mistakes.
In the room of time,
I can travel back to the dinosaurs.
In the room of time,
I told myself to go faster on the race track last week.
In the room of time,
you can pause time to fix mistakes.
In the room of endless mirrors, you saw yourself short, you saw yourself tall, you saw yourself fat, you saw yourself thin.
One mirror shows yourself younger. Another shows yourself older.
One mirror shows you in the 1980s. Another shows you in the 1940s.
One mirror shows you as a superhero. Another shows you as a supervillain.
One mirror shows you different haircuts. Another shows you different faces.
One mirror shows you as a multi-millionaire. Another shows you as really poor.
One mirror shows you as an ape. Another shows you as a tiny ant.
One mirror shows you as a completely beautiful person. Another shows you at your worst.
In the room of monkeys I ducked under the vines that fell from the celling.
In the room of monkeys their chattering make my ears pop.
In the room of monkeys tails brushed against my body as monkeys swung.
In the room of monkeys I slipped on mouldy banana peels as I walked.
In the room of unknowns, nobody knows why its there. Skeletons hung from the ceiling ready to be unleashed. Cages lined the walls with zombies pleading for brains to feast on. It will never be known of found as for as long as time.
In the room of dogs, I felt fur brush against my hairy legs.
In the room of dogs, I heard woofing, barking and yapping.
In the room of dogs, I saw a hairy dog named Jeff.
In the room of dogs, I tasted the squish and squash of the dog’s body.
In the room of water, The ink of the giant squid squirted into the ocean.
In the room of laptops, sounds tapping defend everyone
In the room of gold, it shone like the core of the sun.
In the room of life, there was the whole jungle.
In the room of colours, there was all of the museum’s art.
In the room of doors, there were many portals leading to a never ending corridor.
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