My Room

By Whit

In the solitude of my small room

I read and write and dream of tomorrow.

I lock out the world of cruel reality

and fantasize of better or worse happenstance.

In my inconsequential room

I am free from society

free of insecurity and belittling.

I am free to listen to the music that I wish to hear

And can talk to friends and loves

who exist only in my writing

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I can express myself even if it makes no sense.

 

I can live and experience greater things in the freedom,

 

the solitude of my room, with child-like imagination.

 

Though I go out to reality and socialize, go with life;

I do my living in my room.