I'm a guest in my own home.
When my time is up.
I move to the next room.
I'm neither here nor there.
Each room gives me hope,
I might stay a little longer.
It never works out.
As I shut one door another one opens.
I want to stay, I beg for relief.
But no room provides it for me.
I'm roomless in a journey of infinite rooms.
A haunted traveler of my own devices.