I did not stay in the room long,

Just enough to see all the furniture,

See if I liked it enough to make it home for a while.

But it was not adequate to stop me.

 

So I moved on the next room, my favorite room

which was not a room at all, but a corridor.

 

The rooms became bigger, with more furnishings,

Better décor, pictures on the walls of the previous rooms.

Each one larger, but more crowded.

Strangely noticed after many rooms even though full

they were empty.

I was the only one there. And yet still, I did not visit long.

 

So now, I find myself, outside the house, no more rooms,

just the garden and a big empty house, a distant vision,

traveled through quickly.

 

And on the lawn is everyone I ever met waits patiently for me.