The Goal - Anjani

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