Straight Lines Are Now Circles

All’s still tonight

The dogs bark in the street

Nothing’s left & nothing’s right

Except the echo of a heartbeat

Pacing the same way I used to

A year ago, and the year before

My friend’s stuck at the door

Before it all comes loose

Would kid we look up to we?

People were simpler than we

Straight line’s are now non-Euclidean

Things can’t just let be

The low rumble of trucks

The city in slumber,

Turning feathers to features

Till we all lose our numbers

Would kid we look up to we?

People were simpler than we

Straight line’s are now non-Euclidean

Crossing to be what they have to be