Looking around, a child

Exposed to the outdoors; extreme

Cold; hypothermia; chances: mild

Fading to darkness, a dream

Looking around, a man

Cooped up indoors

Blowing in your face, a fan

Tired; leave through doors

Looking around, a thing

Thoughts crowding around

So close, they sting

Too cluttered; dumbfound

Looking around, an idea

Indeed isolated

Unlike IKEA

But, still premeditated

Looking around, nothing

Blank and desolate

An empty stuffing


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