In The House of Many Rooms

In the house of many rooms I dwell,

Each one a chamber, a silent cell.

Echoes of emotions softly call,

But from the doorway, I watch them all.

A theater stage where life's scenes unfold,

Yet I'm but a spectator, distant and cold.

A fog surrounds, obscuring the view,

Emotions muted, relationships askew.

Like a radio's faint and distant song,

I hear the melody, but it feels wrong.

Out of sync with the world's embrace,

A parallel reality, a solitary space.

In this realm where colors fade,

I wander alone, in the shadow's shade.

A silent observer, apart and free,

In the house of many rooms, that's where I'll be.

Like a radio's faint and distant song,

Like a radio's faint and distant song,

I hear the melody, but it feels wrong.

Out of sync with the world's embrace,

A parallel reality, a solitary space.

In this realm where colors fade,

I wander alone, in the shadow's shade.

A silent observer, apart and free,

In the house of many rooms, that's where I'll be.

In the House of Many Rooms

That's where I'll be

In the House of Many Rooms

That's where I'll be

In the House of Many Rooms

That's where I'll be

In the House of Many Rooms

In the House of Many Rooms

That's where I'll be

In the House of Many Rooms

That's where I'll be

In the House of Many Rooms

That's where I'll be

In the House of Many Rooms...