Dreaming Out of Color

It was'nt even in color. A black and white room, A back and white dream.
A rope hanging from the celing, and a chair underneath.
There was a dresser and a mirror.
A bedside table, but no bed was there.
Then theres me, just standing there.
The door is closed, I stand there,
and stare at the rope and chair.
A decison to make,
Its really not that hard.
I know what I want,
No place to lay,
Just a place to hang.
Do I go?
Or do I stay?
The choice is mine to make.