Sometimes I feel that I am inside a big hotel
There are so many rooms here that there is no room for windows
And in each room there is a party, a meeting or an interview going on
I see that I am invited to some of them
I keep rushing between these rooms
These rooms with these thick doors
That cut out the noises from other rooms
And as I rush back and forth into different rooms
Closing the thick doors behind me
I notice that there are different people in every room
And same people in different rooms
Familiar and unfamiliar faces
With familiar and unfamiliar looks
I carefully optimize the time
Quickly changing clothes as I navigate from one room to the next
Still, I find that I am late for every single party, meeting or interview
No matter how hard I try, I am always late
It is not a problem, at least not always
Its just that these thick doors are rusty
And they squeak every time I close them
(Or probably they were designed like that)
There is a brief pause every time I enter
But then the show goes on
As I stand alone in the corners of these rooms
Holding my non-alcoholic beverage in my hand
I start wondering if I even know these people
I know them because I have seen them in other rooms
I feel disconnected, only to realize that I had always been that way
I was always off the grid
The grid of similar looking bricks making similar looking patterns
I don't remember when I entered this hotel
When I got projected onto this two-dimensional wallpaper of patterns
I come out of the rooms and look around
And I see a very long corridor
At the other end I see
That you are standing
In 3D
Like you have always been
I start walking towards you
Then running
My skin burning off as I run
Like a meteor burns as it enters earth's atmosphere
And like a meteor I hope to fall on you
By then, all the dust around me would have disintegrated
And I will again be this shiny little object
That you used to wear
And that had fallen off your ear just a little while ago
And thought that it got lost
There are so many rooms here that there is no room for windows
And in each room there is a party, a meeting or an interview going on
I see that I am invited to some of them
I keep rushing between these rooms
These rooms with these thick doors
That cut out the noises from other rooms
And as I rush back and forth into different rooms
Closing the thick doors behind me
I notice that there are different people in every room
And same people in different rooms
Familiar and unfamiliar faces
With familiar and unfamiliar looks
I carefully optimize the time
Quickly changing clothes as I navigate from one room to the next
Still, I find that I am late for every single party, meeting or interview
No matter how hard I try, I am always late
It is not a problem, at least not always
Its just that these thick doors are rusty
And they squeak every time I close them
(Or probably they were designed like that)
There is a brief pause every time I enter
But then the show goes on
As I stand alone in the corners of these rooms
Holding my non-alcoholic beverage in my hand
I start wondering if I even know these people
I know them because I have seen them in other rooms
I feel disconnected, only to realize that I had always been that way
I was always off the grid
The grid of similar looking bricks making similar looking patterns
I don't remember when I entered this hotel
When I got projected onto this two-dimensional wallpaper of patterns
I come out of the rooms and look around
And I see a very long corridor
At the other end I see
That you are standing
In 3D
Like you have always been
I start walking towards you
Then running
My skin burning off as I run
Like a meteor burns as it enters earth's atmosphere
And like a meteor I hope to fall on you
By then, all the dust around me would have disintegrated
And I will again be this shiny little object
That you used to wear
And that had fallen off your ear just a little while ago
And thought that it got lost
