Doorbell Fanatic
I lay here in the silence
(resting on the floor)
staring at these empty walls,
and waiting by the door.
Untouched, this simple canvas
(A vast and lonely day)
full of possibilities,
but left along the way.
I see no color in this world
(at least at present time)
but I wait for anything,
a loud and sudden chime.
To see me from my corner,
alive just like a spark.
I run as if to find your side,
with nothing but a bark.