A Collection of My Thoughts

The Escape Room

I once freely roamed my bedroom

Constantly watching as the days passed me by

freedom that stood outside my window

Yet knowing it was there

I not once craved for it

This room that I once called my escape

Yet one day the doors were shut

The walls slowly began to shrink

In an instant, I craved

For something that was no longer in my grasps

As the days went on

The room I once called my escape,

Turned into the place I wanted nothing more

Than to escape from