The bedrooms a mess
There are dishes in the sink
Dirty clothes everywhere
But this is the life we know
The cracks begin to show
In the bed of the dry lake
Pictures like a deep blue sea
We know nothing is perfect
I know I am surely not close
Never wanting to change
Because this is us, nothing else
Living this messy lovely life
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 