It's Already Done

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
And you think
And you dream
For something to take you
For something to whisk you away from mediocrity
Even a sliver to grasp
But you know,
No matter how much
You sit
And you think
And you dream
The world will never yield its treasures to you
Society will never yield its freedom to you
And every day
Of your life
You will stay inside
And you will replay your favorite soundtracks over
And
Over
And
Over
And sit
And think
And dream
About all the adventures that could be
But the world will never yield to you
And society will never yield to you
And you are
Right there, staring at a keyboard.
Fingers tracing the Enter key, eyes downcast.