Room with a View

(To the tune of Nature Boy)
There is room.
A very plain and lonely room.
And in it sits a lonely chair, a lonely girl, a lonely attitude.
(Continue music...)

Natural ability and talent had opened windows of opportunity on all four sides.
And still she sits...enjoying the views--mountain streams, rain on the meadows, beaches, snow covered roofs with smoke from the chimney...and sits and sits.

She had a lot to say--both serious and funny--about a lot of things--both serious and funny--until the blog door opened and she fell silent.

She took a lots of pictures--both serious and funny--until the door of facebook posting opened and she set her camera down.

She sang song after song--some serious but mostly funny--until the door of open mic opened and another part of her fell silent.

It's not as if the chair she sits in is comfortable...it's familiar but not comfortable. And the room is not all that pleasant either...not ugly but not pretty...just plain.

And still the girl sits...and sits...and sits. Watching the world move around her from all the open doors and windows of opportunity. If she moves her head just so, she even catches glimpses of her ship that came in. And still she sits...

Is it her imagination...is the room getting smaller...or is she getting bigger? Are the walls closing in...or are the windows and doors opening wider? Is the chair getting smaller...or, again, is she getting bigger?

There is a shift...a restlessness...a curiosity...what lies beyond the door post, the window pane, further than her eye can see? Are those moving figures people? Are they beckoning her outside? Is there a place for her in the game...called life? Are there things only she can do...but only if leaves the comfortable plainness of her existence and moves forward? Should she leave? The room is familiar and...safe? But how unsafe is the world she sees from her familiar chair?

What song does she hear? What song are the beckoning people singing to her? What song would you sing to the girl to give her courage to stand up and walk out...to join the game...called life...?

(Reply Requested)