If I were to fill the glass
drink a little sip for it to last
will it still be full as time pass
if it drops and it breaks
how much of the house
will it wake how much
of it will waste how many
pieces will it take to be whole again
watch the door see who's coming in
stand the table against the wall
the cake might fall who has time
to bake again the stove is turned off
the oven makes a house too hot
it's about to be 12 o clock
light the candles walk the block
there is much to be grateful for
yet it's a time of wanting more
secret to being left alone
give the child an IPhone
idol minds need idols
to idolize (ijs)
I can only speak of these times