Stare up at the ceiling
Is this really all there is
Blocked by the entrance to an ancient tomb
It's the fear, not the traps that keeps me out.
Though I serve no-one, I am not my own master.

Try to work out what to do
Then fail to implement it.
Needing an answer to it all
My aims not compatible
With our instinct of survival.

Rich magical forests of imagination
Temporary, illusory and
The hotel charges are too expensive.