The room has a silver sheen to it

It glows in the dim light of the cloudy day

Even my skin glows

When it is otherwise shadowed

The sky weeps but makes no sound

The people run but go no where

I wonder what the universe has in store

For me as I step forth from the silver-sheen room

Sweet red bean stings my throat

As I clear it to speak a piece of my mind

To you, to me, to anyone who cares

To listen; would you mind if you heard my voice?

A truck rumbles and leaves a trail of dust

And exhaust, choking the air and darkening

The sky, shifting through sweat-covered hands;

Cross your heart and close your mind

And watch the lights dance