I Left My Book Case Open

I left my bookcase open. No, I don't do that usually, but that day I did. That damned day I forgot to lock it up. And so they followed me. They followed me downstairs, out of my door, onto my bus and then. And then I couldn't trace them any longer. They must have lost their way, just like I did.

Once upon a time, they let me open. No, they don't do it usually, but that day they did. That blessed day they forgot to lock me up. I never again traced their house, their bus, their street. And then they knew, I had found my way...