I sit and stare at the floor for answers,
it stays silent and pays me no mind,
I straighten and stare at the wall by my side,
it’s just as dumb, but I’m being unkind,
If this was a story the wall would talk to me,
the rug on the floor would suddenly fly me away,
to distant lands that would offer adventure,
now, that would really make my day.
Maybe the door to the closet would open,
and I would see a new world to explore,
I would step right through in my nightclothes,
never noticing, wanting to experience more.
Or that book would fly down from the bookcase,
and open wide of it’s own accord,
and the story within will take life and form,
May-hap a Knight fighting with a Magic Sword,
Or maybe a Wizard with his life in danger,
casting spells to help gain the upper hand,
searching for answers to a worthy and noble quest,
in a magical and long forgotten land.
But, alas, the floor still gives no answers,
the wall just stands there, making me feel absurd,
as I look about there’s nothing of note happening,
Hold fast though, maybe I just need a magic word?
LadyP © 2010