I sit in this room

Day after day

It scares me

It haunts me

And yet I stay

The room is pure

Unlike myself

A vast white plane

And I cower in the corner

An imperfection

Upon perfection's face

I ask myself

What is outside

Outside these walls

That shelter me

And protect me

And suffocate me

But I cannot fathom

What could possible be

For this is all I know

All I have known

For eternity

Which has come and gone

I cannot stop myself

From wondering

That if I exist within these walls

Could this room exist

Within walls that hold it

That suffocate it

But I have no way

No way of knowing

No way of seeing

For I sit in this room

Day after day

Cowering in the corner

A mere imperfection

In the face of perfection

Of eternity

Of life

Of the universe