I am always trapped in a white room

with a mysterious red button in front of me.

I never understood why

I am here,

or what the button means.

Sometimes, I am tempted

to press that alluring red button.

Because they say it could

set me free from here.

I am curious,

but I don’t care.

This room is comfortable

yet bizarre.

The walls do not speak,

yet they record every time I blink.

I sit again, watching the light bounce off the walls.

This room demands nothing from me,

yet I remain trapped.

What should I do?

Press the button?

The button stares back at me.

It is the only object

with color.

Sometimes I wonder,

is it waiting for me,

or am I deliberately letting it wait?

I do not press the button.

Not out of fear,

not out of hope.

I simply stand here,

letting time

do what it always does to me.

Maybe in the end, 

I’ll be destined to press this button

even though I don’t want to. 

—Vania C.A (7d) ✌️✌️