I'd love to understand,
Perhaps you fill them with what's fallen out,
When your front door is slammed,
Like a closet that's bursting to the seams,
With everything you need,
A water bottle thirteen months half full,
Old cassette tapes and books you'll never read,
Things you couldn't sell when the system dies,
When you need to leave home,
Your world becomes oh such a diff'rent place,
Unwanted and unknown,
But yet, it's there,
Like you were born that day,
Just handed to you, like that's how it is,
And it couldn't be any other way.
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