The Whole of IT (Poetry)

There are four walls and a window;
That is existence, the whole of IT.
What the window says is a lie;
It speaks of sunlight and dawns,
And blackness, and noise, and silence.
It speaks in tonuges to trick the mind,
And crush the soul. As I know:
There are four walls and a window;
And that is existence, the whole of IT.