every time i hear a step
on the creeky wooden floor
i hope it's you walking in
i hope, but know it's not this time;

as if you could be in one place,
as if your being was a state of "here"
that i was meant to enjoy
or not, if you walked out again.

i wish the world were just a room
and everything that it contained
i knew was mine, and concrete walls
sealed the things that were never there,

i could never lust again,
i would have no need to dream,
just the need to close my eyes,
here would be my state of being.

the world is the inverse of a room,
it is everything that hides outside
it is everything not in my mind
the world is a state of everywhere.