In a room I see

White walls and transparency

On the floor is a door

It leads to something more

In the corner is a box

Unfortunately it is locked

In my hand is a man

He's the size of a grain of sand

He speaks wisdom; he is wise

But what he says are all lies

He says the door is my death

And the box is my foe

But I tell him 'You are mad!' & throw him out the window

The box begins to shake

And out slithers a snake

I try to open the door

But the door is a fake

I'm trapped inside this little room

With a starving hungry snake

'The little man was right!' I cry

This is fate: the way I shall die