The door froze as A blank sound entered Quite unnoticed Quietly and daring Fairing well Despite the day Was over early Settled in and On the ground Around the corner Creeping cold With hidden heat Hot, steady rhythm Ready to go No, suddenly A knock falls first Called out downhill Resented days Like this and more A door unanswered Where did I go? “Might you be home?” I hide my face beneath my bed Play dead once more I am too poor Unanswered doorTHE ROAD GOES ON FOREVER, BUT THE PARTY NEVER ENDS...