Don't Deconstruct

Something is changing inside of me

Colors seem darker in light

And I don't know what that means

But it's not a good sign



You could just add them up

Then you could memorize prehistoric bones

And all of those old memories

You can push them out and prep yourself

For brand new information



Don't deconstruct then fill me in

I'm not that basic, I swear

I've had enough with breakdowns and diagrams



Judging from picture books apparently

Heaven is a partly cloudy place

And if the sky opened up, and they let you in

And gave you a formal invitation, would you go?

You could work from home