Nobody died.
The house is in one piece.
All the bones are in place
and the soul is indescribable
so who can say
what shape it’s in, anyhow?

Change is destined
and expected
and we all knew the good old days
weren’t all so good.
Tomorrow will have lowlights
but maybe there’s a high or two
to foresee?

Or maybe I’m already high
drunk off the potential
of a future I’m too blind to see straight.
I can’t speak clearly, I’m so dumb.
But at least nobody’s dead
yet.