And

when the glass bowl falls from the ceiling And when the pillows can’t be cleaned And when the sink can hold no more dishes And when the posters cover the walls And when the dirt becomes part of the wooden floor And when the shower curtain rips and falls And when the locks can’t keep the Roaches Fly-hungry spiders And plenty of other unwelcomed guests (who know they aren’t welcome) Then I will grab my smokes and descend the steps Treading lower and lower for my head was in the clouds. I will walk past that same building a hotbed for middle-aged men who’ve lost their way. And you will follow me to the subway Follow me follow me follow me Where the rain will fall in strands And the sky will show no mercy. I never had goals but my want for this proves otherwise. And you will follow me as I try to push past and persevere. And you will follow me up the stairs Past the locks Past the poster bearing walls And into the kitchen Where my head will be back in the clouds Where I will smoke my last cigarette and I will finally do the dishes.