Knock, knock… who’s there?
Ever get that feeling that nobody’s home?
A room filled with neighbors, but you’re all alone.
The couch is a sleeper, yet you’re wide awake,
The crust has been crumbled with nothing to bake.
The fridge door is open, the freezer ajar,
Your hunger for comfort so near, yet so far.
The browser is searching and spinning its globe,
So you patiently wait with such promise and hope.
When you land on the home page you’re having a hunch,
That the lights are still on but they’re all out to lunch.
You search for the words to get over the hump,
Thesaurus and Oxford… totally stumped.
If there’s nowhere to turn, a blank mirror ahead,
Do you blame and cajole or own it instead?
The reflection revealed may taunt and provoke,
Can it possibly be that I am the bloke
Who left on the lights and the doors all ajar?
What are you saying…
Elusive, Moi? by Jamie Greene is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.