When the sun breaks in through the window
Please resist the urge to call the cops
The truth is we are the trespassers,
Camouflaged and under covers
Fooling no one but ourselves.
When the wind shakes the spit out of you
Please don’t shake your fist.
Don’t yell truck driver words for the neighbors to hear.
Don’t ‘fuck you’ your way through the day-
You’ve got real work to do.
When a tree root knocks you ass-up
On the sidewalk tomb it’s trying to escape
Just know that it’s just as mad,
And its voice comes out in silent, breathable waves
Saving us all in the end.