I look on life with mixed feelings

I've more than I deserve

Yet I've no rhyme nor purpose

I'm an empty room

The windows

My eyes and my lungs are open

I draw the curtains at night

That no one may see how empty I am

The ceiling, is my limitation

The artificial light of the lamps

The truth of the shade that is sometimes

The truth hurts me

The paintings are my past

The clock my present

The door my future

It should take me a long long long time

To open that door

If indeed, I have the tool

Should I succeed in passing from this room

I should become

Timeless

Shameless

Limitless

I should become truth

I should become ....... light