A Cat on My Lap

I see the sun every day,
yet I live with the darkness.

I know the right door to knock on,
yet I end up in the wrong room.

I strike a match to find my way,
yet I lose myself in the smoke.

I follow the road I chose,
yet my feet wander elsewhere.

I wait beside a window,
yet nothing passes by.

I knock once more,
yet no door remembers my name.

I sit where there is nowhere left to go,
and the evening sits beside me.

A cat finds my lap,
and for once,
something finds me too.

(Homies Cat and Room)