In the room of death nothing is alive.

In the room of magic is it true?

In the room of illusion it’s all a blur.

In the room of night there is a blinding darkness.

In the room of war there is no peace.

In the room of history there is no future.

In the room of cake it’s full of layers.

In the room of life only souls die.

In the room of nothingness I see nothing.

In the room of time I forgot my meeting.

In the room of me there is me.

In the room of puzzles I can’t find the missing piece.