I'm Open کے بول

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank asthe ceiling at which he stared he is alive, but feels absolutely nothing so is he? when he was six he believed that the moon over head followedhim by nine he had deciphered the allusion, trading magic for fact no trade backs so this is what it's like to be an adult if he only knew now what he knew then I'm open (2x) come on in (4x) I'm open (2x) come on in (4x) lying sideways atop crumpled sheets with no covers he decides to dream dream up a new self for himself