rooms come and go all too swiftly
when one leads a nomadic life
mostly shared rooms as a child
budget travel and then dorms

but the room within my mind is mine alone
the bars across the windows have been bent
as taming my mind became a major event
eternal chatter replays and busyness are spent

as the rooms multiply and expand
wandering at leisure feeling grand
life memories and others closely scanned
enables flexibility little planned

the physical rooms become less relevant
going with the flow lessens sentiment
living in the moment becomes prevalent
embracing diversity and change a precedent

d’Verse, rooms, Laura