They told me there was a prize at the end for two.
So I chose you,
To come with me to complete the journey of two.
I thought the journey would be quick and smooth,
But it was filled with seven rooms which was the truth,
But I still went on the journey of two,
To win the prize for me and you.
We landed in a room of blue.
It wasn’t comfortable to you, so we broke through.
We came to a room filled with purple.
Filled with journals,
Journals that were wet from tears and only held circles.
I couldn’t stand it for too long.
It all seemed so wrong.
So, we carried on,
As we yawned.
Next up was the green room,
With the smell of perfume,
But it wasn’t just the perfume,
It was some sort of a boom.
We stood there in complete silence,
But somehow I knew there, a clock in the distance.
Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock as it went,
The thought of the pendulum caused you to lament.
So I told you not to worry,
Because it was a clock and that we should probably hurry.
We tried to go to the next room,
But the walls didn’t let us through.
I knew somewhere in my mind,
A trap of a kind.
You started to cry,
And I asked you why.
You told me that we were getting closer,
That life bringing us lower.
You told me that the rooms weren’t just about sweetness and light,
And that we are stuck here in the darkness of the night.