One
You will never get out of this maze
Until you look at it from a bird's eye view
Well then of course it disappears
Into a city grid of closed-circuits and etched paths you left behind
Two
I wait for the dinner
I haven't started cooking
You have to cut the eggplant before you find it on a plate
With couscous and onions
Fried and staring you in the face
A bowl of cereal or a p. b. and j. is much more tangible
Three
He breaks the blackened window again
And dives into the unknown which ends up being his childhood backyard
Gra** hill, leaning swingset and all
Where he lies in the sandbox
????
Then he gets up, goes inside again, until he forgets what the outside smells like
And he stumbles upon a blackened window to break