“Rowing the campground up by the lake where we swam.
We were hunting for snakes,
but we couldn’t find them.
But it’s just me in my room,
with my eyes shut.
When I was seventeen, my mother said to me
“Don’t stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die.”
Now I pull a wanton carriage,
instead of the horses, grazing along.
I was having fun.
We were all having fun.”