There’s way too much traffic in here
I can’t slow down yesterday
When thishis room’s getting smaller

I can’t see the sun from here although it casts such long
long shadows

why can’t you listen when I use little words
and why can’t you dream in this little world

why can’t I see the sun from here although it casts such long shadows
why can’t we just poke holes in our parachutes
there’s holes in our parachutes
to drift down
like stone colored
feathers