In a dark room with nothing near me
All I feel is the air around me.

I breathe silently to hear if there are others here
Only the sound of my heart beating is what I hear.

I can move about the room, all is clear
I fear that the end is somewhere near.

I close my eyes to see
What it is that, that is not in front of me.

In this room I fill the end,
I know it is here I can’t pretend.

I open my eyes but I can’t see
What is out there in front of me?

So I close my eyes and see
The world of which I have many possibilities,

So, I close my eyes and see.
What was really meant for me.

Written By James A. Jackson, III August 4, 2011