The Room

I lived in a room vintage and old,

Onto which my ancestors had hold.

It's near the beach I adore,

And holds every memory I bore.

The room has everything I desired,

Here, are the greatest skills I have acquired.

But always had I thought,

What outside this place have we got?

I had gathered the will to explore,

My alacrity grey more and more.

So one day I set off to see the world,

And said goodbye to the room in which everything I learned.

The place was empty and it would be,

There would now live nobody.

'Cause I left the room behind,

For a new life, I could find.