No windows only doors.

No corners only spaces,

crammed with graying hues.

Shadows bent by sun rays

that have traveled too far.

Complacent minds would love to rest,

and find comfort in the simplicity,

of this hard curved chair,

that was placed here,

but leads to nowhere.

Soon I’ll have to move on.

Do I go back?

Or continue on.

It’s equidistant either way,

But worlds apart.