Good morning, Tiny Ship
And urban planning
I am up
I can take you both to work
On my way back
From the cusp of Indiana
I didn't sleep enough
There's time now
But I keep waking up
On the ground
I thought a lot about
Death as a young child
What happened to my ten alarms?
I thought that I was old enough
Can I borrow your simple parts?
To pull and pry out remaining shards
What happened to my ten alarms?
I'm bound to you by tangled wire
I need to consciously not use you as a crutch
To hold me up as I scratch out these marks