knock knock.
who's inside?
whose house is this?
why wouldn't anybody
let me in please.
it's dark and cold outside.

tap tap.
i peek through the window.
it looks glowingly warm inside.
i see nobody but shadows
that look like me in all ages.
i saw a glimpse of one
of a child that looks like
what i used to be.

there are nobody inside
but a crowd of shadows dancing
the dance of possibility
of what i could be
of what i could never be.

knock knock.
if i am uninvited
would you at least let
my shadow in.