There I stood in the house -
a maze of miniature rooms
hundreds of records sat against the wall:
no music was playing
hundreds of books lined the shelves:
no one was reading
what an empty feeling
a room so filled with culture left so neglected
so many worlds
so many unknown feelings
so many people with something to express
and no one with enough time to step
onto a new horizon
"Read me!" "Play me!"
they softly cry
he grabs the thermos and walks out the door
locked in the house is a room full of visions
and no one to bring them to life.
- April 6, 1985, A.D.
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