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