How lovely to have a room of one's own,
A place where one can be all alone,
A place where one is free to moan and groan and play the saxophone,
A room known very well only by one,
But to others, completely unknown.
It is between those 4 walls, that ceiling, and that floor,
That is where one is allowed to roar, adore, and explore!
Thinking inside the box,
While expanding your thoughts,
To a place where everyday is the equinox.
Like Van Gogh's Bedroom in Arles,
It was a place where he could be bedridden for days,
A place where he could be sideways in a daze,
Protected from all harm and judgement,
A safe place to be completely content.
For a room of one's own is a place of consent.
How lovely to have a room of one's own,
Where one can dance and take a chance!
A place where one can have a wonderful romance,
Or take some time to advance on one's own stance.
Oh, how lucky to have a room of one's own!