Blue Hall

As you enter the blue hall

You feel so small

You have a distorted perspective

Your hearing is overly perceptive

It echoes all around

The slightest sound

You can hear a pin drop

Or your heart beat stop

You can see for a thousand miles

And marvel at various styles

Chrome and steel

How cold they feel

All is distorted

Your senses contorted

You can dream for a day

And let time slip away

(inspired by Glass City by Kolja Tatic)