The Room

There is a room in which you stand
You must come to know this land
It is where you do your work
It is anything but bland

For you see it's like no other
You're put there by your mother
It's where you all shall lurk
With your every sister and brother

The Room gets hot and it gets cold
The work piles on and you get old
But beyond the door is the best perk
If you choose to remain bold

Tis not just beyond that makes you go
Happiness has its ebb and flow
It may just be another quirk
Or it is a beautiful glow

This sustenance is not always enough
Some cannot take the rough
They decide to go berserk
And shed their mortal slough

What lies beyond the door is great
It clears up your sullied slate
Gets rid of all that ugly murk
It is the pinnacle of your fate

But it must not be used so soon
In time you will get to the moon
Get through this crazy cirque
To those who are worthy, tis a boon

Maybe the door is just for ease
Knowing the escape is but a tease
You could leave behind its irk
But The Room, you must appease

Earn your right to use the door
Leave early and its just a chore
You must first do all your work
And be worthy to leave this bore