the doors are open
you don't need it, the key
what do you want
once you get inside this or that room?
as you sift through these boxes, drawers
room fulls of people, these faces
you only barely see, touch, or smell them...
working them over is easy, you go about
who in particular are you looking for?
any one? what do you want to find?
so many say what you want to hear
some planning their attack with
as many a hand will soften you up
feeding you their figs and lamb
I see how your eyes move to and from
I hear how your voice does that thing
I see how you choose, to walk or speak or not to sing
sometimes displayed above your head
what are you looking for?
the key that's in your hand
the note that's on the track
where the arrowhead points
the way is clear
what do you want from them
for the moment ....
you flirt for their attachment?
to get close to the knives at the edge of the piers?
to discard someone or to have some
just fall away
others are dragged along
not ever knowing, showing
how you really care
who you really are