The White Room
In the White Room I walk alone,
Stairs lead me above,
The Room is neat and clean,
Without any sense of life in it.
I walk alone to the top,
And it's the top where I remain.
But the stairs go on,
No matter how many steps I make.
The White Room has glass in it,
A certain Royal class in it;
I'd seen the steps I'd made,
And I can't go back now.
It's only above, what there is,
And till the time remains, I feel I'm stuck,
It's like a game never won,
But I'll continue, I must.
In the White room I walk alone,
Where stairs lead me no where;
We are living like this,
If you only realize - "One day is just one step."
22.05.2018
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