I'm Open

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door

He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter

After spending half his life searching

He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared

He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing

So, is he?

When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him

By nine, he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact

No trade backs

So this is what it's like to be an adult

If he only knew now what he knew then

I'm open

I'm open

Come in, come in

Come in, come in

I'm open

I'm open

Come in, come in

Come in, come in

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets with no covers, he decides to dream

Dream up a new self for himself