Sometimes
you walk into a room
that you donšt really
want to enter
But youšre there
You donšt want to be
but youšre there
You look at the windows
and the door you came
in through You look
for any way out and
you panic You worry
that when you do
finally get out that
not everything will
be as it was when
you walked in
Into that room
Into that space
Into his arms
