Poem Numero Dos
I walked through the open door
To find nothing but an empty room
Instead of what I was searching for
To complete my pending doom.
In the middle of the empty room
I stood to contemplate my life.
My fate over my head to loom
The end to my continuous strife.
How did I make it
All this great way,
Without a place to sit
and give my heart away?
Suddenly a chair appeared
Begging me to take a seat
All my suffering has been cleared
In one quick and restless beat.
It is very hard to say
Just what I have learned
All along this great way
With which I am concerned.
I have lived in this room
for most of my life.
Without an end to my doom
Or my continuous strife.