Do I have the capacity to lay down
Can I truly uphold the life that is shown
For this indignation has disrupted my soul
Oh giver of life, let me die, to let me live again
Inside this spinning cycle
Can I become washed in finite splendor?
Do I deserve that unfathomable beauty?
Billions of eyes, yet you locked in with the depth of my watered pupils
Now father,
My hovering question
Can you clear out this attic, I’m too tired to move the boxes around
His reply:
I live here now.