A Tall Man in a Little Room

There is a tall man

In a little room

As you can imagine

It is difficult being

A tall man

In a little room

The tall man would like

To leave the little room

But the little room

Has no doors and no windows

And even if it did

Have doors and windows

It’s likely those doors and windows

Would be little doors and windows

To fit the room

And so the tall man would never

Be able to use them

To leave the little room

So the tall man
Decided to do his best

To get used to

The little room

He sat quietly and he did not think about
All the other places he could be

Other than the little room

Instead, he moved in such a way

That he was on the floor

Of the little room

Looking up instead of down
And in that way

The little room looked much, much bigger

This is partly because--

And I suppose I should have

Told you this sooner

--The little room has no ceiling

Now, I know that most people would say

For a room to be a room

It must have walls, a floor

And a ceiling

But funnily enough

When I told you the room

Didn’t have doors or a window

You still thought it was a room

But something about it

Not having a ceiling

Might bother you for some reason

It certainly bothered

The tall man in the little room

Because while he wanted to leave the room

He had never left a room

By going out the ceiling

How would one even leave

Through a ceiling?

The tall man suspected

He might be tall enough

To climb right out of the little room

But what could be outside

Of the little room?

Might it be an even smaller room?

The tall man was laying on the floor

And the little room

Started to seem more cozy

When thinking about how the tall man

Could see everything in the room

Very clearly

And nothing in it

Was upsetting him very much

There was a little chair

And a little bookcase

With little books in it

And a little fireplace

With a little portrait above it

Of a very agreeable

Looking French bulldog named Skip

The tall man could see himself

Living a life in this little room

But he could also see himself

Leaving the room

By way of the ceiling

And being very glad to do so

Now, we’d like to ask you

If you were the tall man

What would you do?

You might think that you would

Hop right out of that little room

But think about a time

When you’ve been afraid

To do something quite brave

Nothing requires more bravery

Than facing the unknown

Even if you’re very tall

Even if you’re grown

The tall man in the little room

Got up off the floor

And decided he did want

To try and go out the top

And once he thought it

He just couldn’t stop

So up and out he went

And we haven’t seen him since

But we have a feeling

He’s doing well

But it’s hard to live a life

Only in a little room

Even if you’re very little

Because we all grow up

And out of it, don’t we?

And what kind of room

Doesn’t have a ceiling?

No room we’d want

To stay in

For very long