We read our books
We watch our shows
Where new ideas
Are nurtured
Now the house smells like
Someone’s died
Our souls just sharded
On the furniture
You should check this out
You should check this out
It’s a small world
After all
Where the margins are thin
And much lower
Hard to believe
You think you’re in control
Hey, your nose is running
You pathetic partygoer
You should check this out
You should check this out
You made my house smell like
Somebody’s died
And you just shit on
My new duvet cover
Hard to believe
You think you’re in control
With your impulsive plan
And no do over
You should check this out
You should check this out(“But I do mean that the real cure lies far deeper
Out of ourselves and into Christ we must go
The change won’t for most of us happen suddenly
And I must admit that for most Christians
It will only be beginning, till the very end of our present lives”
~ C.S. Lewis)