I close the curtain
And the world is left alone.
Within my room I used to find
Quiet comfort for my soul,
At choice of mine all things selected here
And everything arranged the way I like.
In this small space I spend my hours
The best I ever have.
The space is a room in its true sense,
Because I see the things around,
Because I touch the objects, hear
The smell of little flowers in the vase…
I’ll go away, the room of mine
No longer will exist?
No me – the sensor, means no room?
I open up my curtain and the world
No longer left alone
I see its beauty, hear the smell
Of flowers in the field,
I see the flying birds…
What’ll happen to the world
When I’m no longer here?
No me – no world?