Cornered Chaos

[Verse 1] The ceiling whispers about invisible luggage A spoon salutes the horizon without permission My left shoe announces a formal meeting with gravity Every cloud files paperwork for recreational drifting [Verse 2] The refrigerator writes a speech about emotional vegetables A mailbox practices deep breathing before sunrise The carpet negotiates peace between wandering dust particles I declare myself the temporary mayor of unplanned gestures [Chorus] Nobody asked the corners what they know Nobody told the furniture where to go Raise your hands for the unplanned parade Everything breaks, then everything fades [Verse 3] A toaster erupts into applause for no clear reason The hallway invents a new sport involving imaginary marbles My elbow schedules a parade featuring confused umbrellas The lamp refuses to participate in discussions about brightness [Verse 4] A cactus delivers unsolicited advice to passing shadows The table reenacts historical events using silent enthusiasm My pocket hosts a conference on spontaneous decisions Everything concludes with a dramatic exit from the nearest corner [Chorus] Nobody asked the corners what they know Nobody told the furniture where to go Raise your hands for the unplanned parade Everything breaks, then everything fades [Verse 5] The window sighs at the idea of organized thoughts A teacup drifts into philosophical disagreement with silence My jacket contemplates the meaning of sideways movement The floor offers gentle encouragement to wandering socks [Bridge] A breeze rearranges the intentions of nearby furniture The clock forgets its responsibilities and feels relieved My heartbeat sends postcards to imaginary destinations The moment dissolves into a comfortable, directionless pause [Outro] Everybody out through the nearest corner Everybody out through the nearest corner The nearest corner The nearest corner