Oh the boo boos I have to kiss and make better
They are fallen ideas, cracks in the ceiling.
I'm thinking I shouldn't be here
in the 'Where am I in this?'
moment when I step back from the big picture
to look at the museum,
the street that I'm on,
and the nearest highway
that will take me to another town.
Which state am I in
when I drop down, step by step
towards the rose garden universe
with my list of wishes in hand
like I am going to
search for shooting stars
while I wait for the roof to cave in.