Thursday, September 22, 2011

Knock knock.. Who is there?

Knock knock.. Who is there?
Who cares, everybody cares, no one cares
Sometimes we find ourselves in a room all alone
sometimes we see it as an opportunity
Other times we wait for the phone.
In the room by ourselves
we can play,
think and explore
the space of who we are
not caring who is behind the door.
As a child we sit there
 tasting, creating
and bumping into things
as a child we create an order of
mortals and kings.
all alone
we grow or destroy
we move forward, backwards or collide
in the room of solitude
is where we start our life's ride.

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