Contained in transit

Chocked with material representations of

Our love, our life, ourselves, and our time here

AC, confused by confronting guys with boxes, asking

"Where will my toys and bed go tonight?"

On the move west we go soon

To be everything we want to be?

It won’t be as simple

As show up and put it all in place to

Wake up Sunday, have brunch and call it good

But with love we’ll put in our favorite touches of life

To make it into a place where AC sleeps at peace at night

On the move west we go soon

To be everything we want to be?

Well, maybe...