come and go

come and go into my life
through the windows
that I have left open
but the winds that will bring you
I cannot control as much as
other knocks at the door

the door I cannot control
there is always somebody there
with a key and they won't give it to me
I do not know what they are guarding
and how but most time I do feel free
and most times they will let you come in to me;

I do not know who they are, and their rights
I guess they work for the landlords
and they want to decide when you have to go
and when you can come back
and you have to convince them
but I do not know of what.