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