it all depends on where you say the room begins and ends there are subjectives at play and the jungle is a gym without any of the requisite snakes hell is smothered people by the smoke of assumptions and these are not pillows on which to sleep and therefore wake up to the open door without a wall unsupportable closures the makings of stall casually stroll across all the world for there is no stoppage unless you've been swirled
what an incredible poem with a great message!
Thank you Charles! I like your friend Patience
haha thank you! A cunning one Patience is!