When did my room get a ceiling?
I’ve never seen it before.
That’s what I get for devoting
All of my time to the floor.
Sit down, you walking disaster.
Look up and ask yourself,
“What can I see in the plaster?”
Step out and look where the stars are,
While falling back in the snow.
Some constellations are charming
From the perspective we know.
I’d like to hop on a space ride,
Exit the universe,
See how it looks from the outside.