I worry, but it's a nice feeling to know I can.
“Be cautious of the birds,” I told you. They like to prey on forbidden meats.
You're in space now
Scouring the asteroid bushes
Voyaging amongst untreadable planes in a steel spider
Bargaining with treachery for food and water.
But the fuel tanks whine for oil.
“Just looking for supplies,” you said.
“I probably won't encounter any lifeform.”
The stars have their limits
And they foolishly disobey,
Making the longest trip seem so short.
Twinkly thoughts wrap and wrap hard bangs on the metal door.
One I have so carefully and professionally locked
Blocking all the nasty and obnoxious feathers
That'd tickle the underside of your nose
Above your lip
Forcing your senses
Causing you to sneeze.