Is this a school,
or is it some stones and boards
the universe brought
to this special place?
Is this a room,
or were the walls and windows
set up by the sun
so it can shine in?
Is this a chair,
or is it a seat for the air
to sit on when no one's here?
Are these my hands,
or are they the helpers
of the whole world?
Are these my words,
or are they thoughts
the cosmos created
on this computer screen
just for fun?
