have all the fun you want--
sleep in the clothes you wore the day before--
you'll have to rise and wait for them to rise--
you'll have to sit there in the dark and know
what's coming next--

because soon enough you'll be in a car
headed for home--
and soon enough you'll be looking
out the window--

and how the meadows will churn into
a blur--
how the sun will shine so bright to
make you sick--
and all over again you'll be re-living
that ******* childhood--
just wanting to be dumped off where
they're going to dump on you some more--

and you'll want to go all the way back,
back to where you are now--
in the dark listening to them breathe
their slow and tired breaths--
it is yesterday for all they know,
it is tomorrow for all they care--
they are dead to the world as you should be--

but instead you are imagining what it
will be like to be "home"--
and all you want to do is freeze time,
as lousy as it is right now
in the dark--