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