Window 2 Window - Fire-Toolz

A draft does sew

Oneself straight thru

Window to blade

To passageway

Window

Window to window

I want to find something good in the air

I want to find something good in the air

(I place my hope in suburbia)

Just once in the grass on my lunch break

I materialised right in the center

I let myself hear the meathooks, the MacBooks, every street crossing

Every sidewalk slash, even Jesus Christ on a podcast

(I place my hope in suburbia)

I’ve always aimed to live in an air conditioned car

In the cookie cutter district of a desolate utopia

It can be such warfare to unclench this ego

And evaporate, evaporate, evaporate as keenly as I came

(I've embraced my inner suburbia)

A small seed’s needs are always met

Why do I ask questions before thinking?

I’m creating complications!