in the next room she laid back a bit too far
to sweep her precious collections inside a hungry wanting drawer

before she had closed her wide and tired eyes
her only key was lost and gone while the lock dissolved in size

in the next room with the windows sealed tight
she found that people tend to look far too much
she found that there is no excuse for trusting something she cannot touch

in the next room she flew right into pieces
when she realized that her pets had somehow gotten off their leashes

even with all of the glass in the house locked
even with the whole entire cellar icebox and cupboards fully stocked

in the next room she walked heavy through the door
right into the next disaster and around the eggshells on the floor

she decided they came and went as they pleased
with nothing she could really choose that would leave her satisfied or eased

this isn't an excuse
but it sure sounds like one