Is This What Happiness Feels Like?

How does it feel to be a room without a roof?
I would imagine I would feel wet when it rains,
Cold when it snows,
And sweaty when it's hot.

I could imagine it would be nice
When a fall wind rustles your hair,
Or a Spring breeze kisses your cheek.
But what about bugs and leaves?

Wouldn't you become messy,
Having no roof to shelter from debris?
Wouldn't you become itchy
From the constant bugs filtering in?

How would it feel to be a room without a roof?
Would it feel like freedom?
Would it feel like happiness?
Or would it feel like discomfort?

How can I clap my hands
To display my joy
When the qualification
Is to feel like a room without a roof?

I cannot say that I would feel joy
If I was just a room
With no roof for comfort
Or even for company.

So how can I clap along
When I do not know
How it would feel
To be a room without a roof?