A Storm of Thoughts

A Room Of My Own

I once said I do not wish

To share my bedroom with anyone.

People questioned.

But I had an answer.

With my doors shut but my windows open

I breathe the fresh air

That circulated.

I read.

I sang.

I ate.

I wrote.

But mostly I thought.

This, I found difficult

In someone's presence.

But when I found that

The people never understood

My theory of privacy,

I jokingly said,

"I sleep late  as I have to study,

So I do not wish to disturb another person."

This they understood as the world feels

That a student is a machine which studied

And lived to do nothing else.

Their progeny might agree

But I will not as my parents did not.