Neither in nor excluded
The world is a small room
A heartbeat out of shape
The power's out
The murmur of adults with important agendas
Hierarchy of needs remained unclimbed
A toddler scans the walls up the lamp that is off
The wine cork in his hands slips
Eyes untainted by real diappointment or sadness
None of those flurries of emotions yet
Echoes of the future banging on the door
Toddler doesn't respond just looks in confusion
Life will smash you with unfinished goodbyes boy
Your heart is so big when you are so small
Don't rush the inversion
When the mansion's in your name
Waiting to be maintained there is a crying baby
Just sitting there dribbling middle of the floor
Thick carpet the illusion of comfort and safety
Some minutes baby'll dampen it with tears
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