The Goal

I sit in my chair
I look at the street
The neighbor returns
My smile of defeat

Can’t leave the house
Or answer the phone
I’m going down
But I’m not alone

Settling at last
Accounts of the soul
This for the trash
That paid in full

No one to follow
And nothing to teach
Except that the goal
Falls short of the reach

If something won’t open
Don’t mean there’s a key
Don’t mean there’s a secret
They’re keeping from me

Move with the leaves
Shine with the chrome
You’re almost alive
Almost at home

Can’t leave my house
Or answer the phone
I’m going down
But I’m not alone

I sit in my chair
I look at the street
The neighbor returns
My smile of defeat