Right here, staring at the keyboard. Fingers tracing the Enter key, eyes downcast. This is where you are. Wearing a Cool Hand Luke shirt that once belonged to your mother because you thought it made you look cultured. Watching clips from movies Watching them live Envying them For our world is not so filled with adventure As theirs You are here Left on the brink of need Reaching out to something that doesn’t exist Not anymore. And when the lonely hours of the night, When the rest of the house is asleep, You sit ...