I caught myself yelling
Each time the ground of fun is shaken.
Our year-old daughter is awaken.
The home we’ve made looks like an alien colony today.
Three doors to a good end.
We only had the first and second keys.
I caught myself wondering why we chose the first,
Why we didn’t have the last,
And why we weren’t notified when they changed the locks.
When we stepped past the threshold,
A room as big as how big I think my lung is big
In the middle a heap of powdered fun like yesterday’s campfire,
For us to share and snort and burn.
But I could well see how short it’d last us.
I said, this doesn’t look right,
And you said we just dim the lights.
