Questioning what’s next
It could’ve been handled differently.
You mocked it and we lost this.
Your orange is peeling.
Your hair? I don’t have the word.
Uncertainty, it’s killing me.
This was a dream I dreamt up years ago
and I don’t remember it being like this.
I don’t know where I was when I woke up,
and I can’t explain what awoke me.
Wondering what’s best
Sit around a studio
crafting hope for a new batch of strangers.
Through waves of cliff hangers.
Through more than most would.
Threw us more than it should.
Through strings, no anger.
This spaceship’s anchor is still in the sand.