Why?

Why do you sit in the dark,
insisting the drapes be closed?
Has the concert come to an end?
Is there no hope of an encore?
Has the manager called it a night?

Why do you cling to your house,
like a drowning man to a life raft?
Is there an enemy outside,
a sniper peering through a scope?
Has he got his sights on you?

Why will you not walk the streets
of this neighbourhood you chose?
Is everyone talking about you,
the villain in a made up story,
the old man in the haunted house?

Why don’t you search for the keys
to this invisible fortress?
Is their hiding place covered in dust?
Perhaps the keys are truly out of reach
of the frayed path of everyday.