We are in the meeting room

It’s everything, we assume

Hidden, are doors and windows

They’re light, in the shadows

Nameless emotions enter

Faceless thoughts mentor

Creating, while we wait

A burdensome weight

The meeting room’s open

Displaying what’s stolen

By the reach of the senses

The place is pretentious

We are free to leave

Thoughts, out to deceive

Those in the meeting room

Without us, they can’t resume