April's in the kitchen
Sitting on the windowsill
And you’re playing with the carpet
Cause you like how it feels

Makeup swept and standards fly
out like the trends of last year’s summer season

Textbooks met with short replies
People bounce to the rhythm like bed springs with no reason

This cold air complements a heart consumed
by another’s view and keeps
life confided in a shallow swoon
while you search asleep

And in the garden where you grew
philosophy and other things begin,
Talks of life and simpler things
I balance on two legs
You light the filtered end

Where’s there to go after this?