I'm Open

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 as the ceiling at which he stared
 He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing
 So, is he?
 When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him
 By nine, he had deciphered the illusion, 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
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 I'm open
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 Come in, come in
 Come in, come in
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 I'm open
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 I'm open
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 Come in, come in
 Come in, come in
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 Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets with no covers, he decides to dream
 Dream up a new self for himself