The big show

Solitude.
Man’s worst enemy and yet my best friend.
I retreat to it as often,
Diving into my own thoughts as deeper,
Inside my dark room with a note on the door, ‘do not open,’
And whenever somebody new came and asked.
“How do you even see in here? its darker”
“Just grab me another beer,” I’d say,
“The big show is inside my head.”