The room is White
the staring faces vacant
and their eyes tell a single story
only a glimmer of fear
well hidden within each one
shines dimly out from inside
no movement
no subtle dance of joy

Blank,
yet no room to be written on

The One at the front wears Black
and perhaps a smile
that lives to Lure
but not to Care


The room is Rainbow
the jubilant faces glowing
though their eyes tell all the stories
only serenity
shines from every place;
the light forever penetrating
eternal darkness

Full,
yet still room to be written on

The one at the front is Many
wears White
and a smile
that lives to Love
but not to Rule