The room so full of voices rising and falling
it might as well be silence
That echoes in the space of myself
The room so full of bodies drifting and shifting
there might as well be noone
surrounding the space of myself
The room so full of light slanting and dancing
it might as well be darkness
that glows in the space of myself
The room so full of happenings slowing and flowing
it might well just be me occupying
this private space inside myself