The Room

There is nothing to see
And yet the images
Oh, the images
They are so clear
Chaotic but casual
With everything settled in place
Carefully illuminate the dark
What will leave a mark?

There is nothing to hear
And yet the noise
Oh, the noise
It is so loud
Bouncing off the walls
Ever so delicately
Buy what you break, they say
What price will you pay?

There is nothing to smell
And yet the odour
Oh, the odour
It is so strong
When it circles around
Close your eyes and catch a whiff
Be sure to close the door
What are you waiting for?

There is nothing to taste
And yet the fruit
Oh, the fruit
It is so sweet
Pick up and dig in
With a big bite
Make sure to leave a fraction behind
Would you be so kind?

There is nothing to touch
And yet the grip
Oh, the grip
It is so tight
Put your hand down
Wrap your fingers around
Do not let go
Is that the motto?

The room is empty, can’t you see
You cannot see
You cannot hear
You cannot smell
You cannot taste
You cannot touch
And yet you do
Oh, you do.

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About Paul

This is the part where I'm supposed to write something interesting about myself and you'll read it and think, "That's not that interesting." So let's not do that and just think about pizza instead, on the count of three. One, two, three. Donuts. Now, wasn't that interesting?
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