If I broke the windows in my house
And willed the pieces back together
Would I retain the same view I paid so much for
Back in the 90's?
The sun through broken glass was the sea
And microplastic plankton flowed through me
I am drenched in blinding light
The light of becoming
Monopoly paper floating 'round
Like some failed bank bust just went down
Everyone's still got their heads on the ground
It's my money and I need it now
This light so trite
It's bringing on the night
And lulling me to sleep
And beaming through my dreams
Today I might
Truly make my bed
And tuck the corners in
And don the perfect skin