I’ve spent much time inside this room,

throughout the months of recent years,

in times of gladness, times of gloom,

with cause for mirth and cause for fears.

This floor with squares of var’ous hues

has often been here in my sight

and stayed right here beneath my shoes

while I pace, thinking, late at night.

And as I walk around in rings

following an unchanged course,

would my mind think diff’rent things

if my feet walked diff’rent floors?

Oh goodness! Self, think this no more;

read words in books, forget the floor.