I live in crazy times. If this were a song I'd put in a repeat. I live in crazy times. So do you.
Mom's screaming at me from inside our house. "Answer me or else," she's shouting and soon she'll move the heavy block box, enter, and find me gone. It's not a fire drill. She won't know where I am because she doesn't know I learned to close the window behind me when I climb up on the roof. Poof, just like Houdini.