Weathered Floor -

The lamp shines on the floor

exposing cracks and imprints of dirt

and the wood breathes crevices

and the floor boards reluctantly

stay in the family

beneath it all hides nothing

and his brother, and his sister

and we keep thinking about each other

and the floor gets thinner

and the room gets dimmer

i keep changing

so call me the weather

i keep changing

so call me the weather

dry biscuits, coffee, tea, whatever…

i keep changing

so call me the weather.