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 6, he believed
that the moon overhead followed him
By 9, he had deciphered the illusion
Trading magic for facts
No trade backs
So this is what it is like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then
I'm open (x2)
Come on in (x4)
I'm open (x2)
Come on in (x4)
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
He decides to dream
Dream up a new self
For himself
