Hey, You

Knock, knock You've been hiding in your room for a while now No, I'm not here to force you out Just to sit Your light's been out a while You're getting thin You want to leave, don't you? Whether it be your mind, home, or life You want to leave The door is there so why won't you? After all, aren't you due To have something? Anything? There's some snow out the window here. it's been there for a while and that calendar is stuck on December Like how a barnacle lives on a ship If you have no life raft just take my hand and we can either drown together or swim But you gotta live So, do you choose the door or do you choose to change the light?