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