Onaji Heya

Behind me, buildings painted on a screen My moving shadow reflecting Waving from the air conditioning we call 'spring breeze' In the corner of the room A sea of plastic bottles A toy train spins round and round In a closed room I'm suffocating I just spend my time pretending not to notice I open the door discretely and get out The toy train derails The light in the room goes out On the other side of the door is the same room And again the same room, over and over... The same room The same room The same room The same room The same room The same room