The Growing Block View - Coilguns

We will always end up wondering

How this is all supposed to work

Squeezing hours into minutes, weeks into days

Fitting cans into glasses drops into haze

We will always end up wondering

How this is all supposed to work

Forcing trunks into cases boxes into planes

Turning roads into trails homes into trains

We will always end up wondering

How this is all supposed to work

Swapping friends for guests, bets for promises

Claiming fortunes out of debts, profits out of crashes

We will always end up wondering

How this is all supposed to work

Slowly expanding universe, multiple present tenses

Eternal life as it flows out of our hands

We will always end up wondering

How this is all supposed to work

Framing pictures of our parents who are kids themselves

Sorting items on straight shelves and being a mess