I walked in the door
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"

I walked in the door
There was a crane
I asked, "What does it open to?"
He said, "Another room"
The other room was empty
Full of rubble and broken words, like an elephant in the room

I asked, "What does it mean?"
He said looking through another glass
I looked through the glass door

It opened up to a variety of disasters
And the animals in my mind counting the leaves on trees
Wrecking us and hanging on our minds
Eating us alive, the doubts
Bothered his soul, and my body was tired

You see, we kept craning our necks
Looking for someone praying in the house
Someone, lay on a mat praying to a crane and asking the elephant to leave at the same time