Close the Door (What Happens Now?)

Less than an hour 

 Only a brief hesitation 

I can’t stay long

 In a house so full of frustration 

 Close the door. Nothing’s found 

 What happens now? 

 If I’ve delayed 

 Only a little, goodnight. 

What do you want? 

 I’m sorry most of the time. 

 Close the door. Walk away. 

 What happens now? 

 I open my eyes 

 On some bizarre dimension 

Watching the storms

 Of violent destruction 

 Close the door. Apologize. 

 What happens now?

It’s just a low-fi living room recording of a song I wrote. I flipped through my notebook and was surprised to realize that I’ve got about fifty songs that I’ve written in the past couple of years. Not quite sure what I should do with that.