I dropped my kids off at school
Assuming the kiss goodbye
Was only for seven hours

The elevator is an empty box
I press the last button up
As I think where I will take the kids
After school today

“Ding”
I’ve arrived to the top floor
With its utopian view
Phones ringing but it’s still
An easy day at work

My utopian view starts to fog up
Yellow smoke?
My heart says that nothing is wrong
But my mind says ‘You should run‘

I call the school
No one’s picking up
I call my wife
The lines aren’t connecting
The building starts to tilt
Sirens of ambulances
And firefighters
The person that was next to me
Suddenly disappears
Fire! Bombs! Bullets!
Terrorist!

The elevator is now a box
Of cereal that hasn’t been opened
Trapped
Alone
Smoke creeps in
Soon I cannot see my hand,
Only a few inches away…
My elevator box,
Creeks,
Rattles, and
Crack…
There we go