The Growing Block View

We will always end up wondering How this is all supposed to work Squeezing hours into minutes, weeks into days Fitting cans into glasses drops into haze We will always end up wondering How this is all supposed to work Forcing trunks into cases boxes into planes Turning roads into trails homes into trains We will always end up wondering How this is all supposed to work Swapping friends for guests, bets for promises Claiming fortunes out of debts, profits out of crashes We will always end up wondering How this is all supposed to work Slowly expanding universe, multiple present tenses Eternal life as it flows out of our hands We will always end up wondering How this is all supposed to work Framing pictures of our parents who are kids themselves Sorting items on straight shelves and being a mess