World in a Pen
Once I went looking for the world,
only it wasn't in.
There was only me, behind a barred door,
staring and not answering.
No key, no reply, nothing to say,
no idea what to say.
The next day,
hidden under the door mat,
on a folded piece of notebook paper,
I found the answer.
No, no I didn't,
Well one can dream!
Copy-er: Truong Trung Hieu