Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

The Lobby

Entropy Out The Clever Window

In great solitude
I climb into your room,
Though the lobby would be fine.
We both know space here can be
Accessed by anyone flowing freely.
I'm learning your comfort has no arms
But ways of holding me that restrict.
I unpin this wrap, remove shoes,
Find a closet and shelf with affordable space
for things, whatever I chose
Hide away or bring out.
I could come sans clothes down your lobby
With no ill intent: beautiful, glowing.
Yet with noble conceit to seek patrons,
Earn praises or silence -- notice
These stays are brief, a distraction
From your events planned, intended
For true guests. Outlived, I ascend
With hollow offers to stay, knowing
By now, I won't pay but return to
My empty suite to the few belongings
Shelved and arranged just so that
If someone should visit, should comment,
Should want to know how I emigrated,
Travelled well on this journey
That provided such beautiful things,
That I...that I could...find
Some sense of closure in unpurposed
Visitation in this grand manner, addicted
With key, my own warden.

The night stretches long, thinner.
Entropy growing more beautiful (unwitnessed), fading.
My Autumn nears Winter chill.
Molecules irreversible changing.
No longer able to exit the lone chair
Aim an eye from door to window
(My clever little entry here)
That begs me now
Escape.

Life can be dehumanizing to those who struggle within it, unable to fake it for those who hiss 'don't mess up our party.'

Should that have been part of the poem? Feels like it is, I'll leave it alone.