Have you ever been in an empty room? No one has! What happens inside, Are there elephants just beside? Are there goblins overhead? The door is a portal That you cannot explore, You can never know, The world you've closed, When you open up the door The shift in the shade, What slides beneath the floor, And hovers overhead, Into the next dimension, Does it run out in fear and dread? Is it scared of us, The way we are scared of it? Is it just the knowledge of not knowing, That makes our knowing not fit With what out minds can actually see, So do we live harmoniously then With this multi-dimentionality? Is the room lonely? Does it conjure up these spooks and sprites? Or are we the ones being conjured, By an empty rooms delight?