[with the intonation of reading a children's book to a child]
the bricks on your shoulders make you look down
its your choice now.
nothing is televised, no ears to your sound
trapped with one life and no way out
your body, your house, it hasn't moved
but your home escapes further and further from you
the horizon's gone, stop trying to be
the sunrise and sunset you've already seen
beauty made yours on a green silver sheet
regard life high until it's under your feet
life is below you, above you, beyond
it is a god that doesn't respond
peas and birds and locks and keys, everyone's in twos!
except you.
the bricks on your shoulders make you feel lost
so you search far and wide
for something you don't want
september 2026