On your skin is a crease from crumpled sheets that has all become routine

Like every curve within your home

Like a tired hound, you're laying down in the kitchen on the ground

Wondering how you missed this angle every day before this

Seeing the whole wide world through a camera

Seeing the whole wide world through a camera

Seeing the whole wide world through a pin prick hold in a piece of paper

Seeing the whole wide world through a camera

Up against the door, your arms are sore, a heavy coat on though it's warm

Dwelling on the unexpected

But your voice shouts, spits and howls, you scare away any sign of doubt

A knee jerk answer you upheld to stay protected

You're knees shake, feel the chatter in your teeth

In a lighthouse lantern room you reach

Nearly fall as you're testing your theory

Your hands aloft, you're on the brink

You swear the sky is a physical thing

"Just a little higher now" you think

HOO HOO!

You stay alive for a century

Never soaring 'cross the aether, exploring only fevers in your head

So you butter your bread

Expecting radical attention for subpar comprehension of a stance

Cause even as a glance

But you can see perspective waiting to be caught

You bite your bread and chew mundanely

Certain it's less useful than first thought