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