Staying warm in a dirty sheet
It smells off and familiar
History won’t let it be renewed
A fowl reminder in comfort we’ve gotten used to
Lay down get up with it wrapped around the skull
In the kitchen in the bathroom outside at work until one returns to bed
Fighting against the convenience of autopilot and cruise control
What do you think of what we do, God?
Fearing wasted days
Lost, abandoned ways
Mazes, don’t leave us lost to ourselves
Mere children, don’t forsake or leave us.