My Room

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Today I built a room
It was spacious, airy and light
There were windows on every side
Sunlight streamed through the wispy curtains

As I sat in the middle of my room
I heard the wind sigh an outward breath
The air was warm
I could relax and enjoy my creation

My mouth cracks a smile
I can be proud of where I am
I feel safe—at home
This is my space

Soon I become thirsty
But on rising from my seat, I see no tap
Soon I am weary
But I find there is no place to rest

Perhaps there is another room
Outside of the room I am in
I approach the door
The handle is missing

Crushed, I slide to the floor
Did I construct this room?
How can I sustain myself here?
A room where it is not possible to live?