The golden sun peeking over the trees
it feels like ten degrees
despite it being late summer
But time is flying by
Stylish in our pajamas
and a constant zombie state
the cereal bowls clang
no thoughts of the city nearby
Expecting normality
Saved by the strange
Waiting would be disastrous
first is to get a seat
Fighting non-stop laughter
to maybe get through the meeting
Plastic swords
Answers to questions
Watch a movie and
we all lie on someone else
And to believe I thought this place had changed
