You think I don't know But I do Your lips are rushed Your hands are polite Your eyes reflect Your mind's engagements
When? I'm not sure But even the smallest gap Is large To those who see it open You think I don't know That maybe it will come around That maybe you just need to breathe
But the air you seek is fresher That anything inside And if you don't get out You will choke on it The scent of home is suffocating
Too late? Almost definitely Long terms are not always so defeatist You will not smooth my edges Only erode your own A smoother surface for sharper corners
I opened all the windows I don't think it helped You are being wasteful For my sake But I know And now I can smell it too