Knock, Knock

You say knock and you’ll answer.
Why does that scare me?
I’m told I’ll find what I seek,
ask and I’ll get it.
But can you promise I’ll want
then what I think I want now?
It’s the door between us, shut tight.
Yeah, I know, it would open
if I weren’t leaning on it.
But with it open, I’d have no control.
Well no, things I’ve controlled haven’t worked
just right, or even very close to right
But things I’ve gotten I wanted
disappoint as well. They don’t assuage.
Want better? I’ve tried. Grand wants,
specific wants, my best laid plans.
Want different? Ask unlike?
Give me a break, some peace.
That’s what you mean? You’ll give me rest,
peace? Wings to soar?
Knock, knock.