This Small Weird Square

Weekend away but we came right back

The cat moved away but she came right back

Stuck we are in, in this small weird square

A million directions and going nowhere

But we can try to point our compass at the big blue sky

It’s starting to heal but we picked the scab

We’re waiting in line, to sit in the back

Stuck we are in, in this flawed grand design

All of the maps but can’t read the signs