I am an open room
empty
ready to be filled
Will you fight for me?
Will you fight at all?
I map out my time
to spend it alone
locked away in my thoughts
What would you do
if you could be in my world
would you even know
i feel a strange isolation set in
like winter's first frost
Do you know what it's like to risk
and then lose?
Or do you just replicate sunshine
in the factory of time?
