The challenge of every day
Better than a bugs life
Constantly grappling
With all eight legs
Where to put them
The first step
How many pairs of shoes to take 

Old posters in the corner
A lions head on the wall
Broken wind on broken windows 

Last minute every thing
Wet sand on the highway 

Carpets on the billboards
Exit here for Ozarkland 

Nervous Winnebago
Now leaving Ozarkland 

Pin prick of light in my chest
Grows to a golden pancake

Bursting a like a burrito of sunlight
Taking us home to out own beds every night 

Unless we wish to sleep somewhere else
Or not sleep at all.
Like a spider on a windy day
Web.