It's like the whole room changes
Like the walls come alive when it thinks
As if a thought could affect change
As if it had some quantity
Is anything beyond thought
Or merely beyond sight
Are there things beyond measure
Or beyond measurement
A room, an extension of the mind
Alive in ways we can't understand
Four walls reflecting thought
Scaling the world to the tip of a pen
The peak of it's majesty close to hand
We clasp the new born ideas
Then there is calm, the thought subsids
And the walls remain quiet
It's like the whole room changes
