All the keys have been handed out already and all the doors are locked so very tightly and I waste my time by knocking so politely but I won't hide in fear in times of heavy lightning
I'll be fine if I stay close to the ground and I'll be fine if I never make a sound and I'll be warmer if I stay close to the truth and I'll see so much more if I take the scenic route
Inside I can smell a mighty feast I sit cross-legged like some kind of beast all the signs point in the wrong direction and there's no cure known for my infection