The Room Of Three Corners

Your room could be the very same

With all its various wares,

But when your room has three corners,

It is nothing to compare.

You could walk in a circle,

And still you wouldn't recall—

What it's like to have four corners,

Connecting your bedroom walls.

And as you walk outside,

You'd start noticing the three—

The petals on a dying flower,

And the branches on a tree.

Things of three here and there

But then you'd see something odd—

Something with four corners

And you'd forget the triangles' façade.

And suddenly you're in your room again

And this time it's a square

And all this time you'd forgotten 

The shape that gave you a scare.