Couch potatoes, awaiting the mother-ship.
Though surrounded by them, all they needed was a friend.
One chance to not be forgotten, to be remembered beyond the ends of the earth,
one chance to finally prove their worth.
But reality stares them down with an evil grin,
They ceased to be and brought the very scary truth.
As fire falls from the roof, truth goblins dance to and fro in the blaze,
taunting, “we dare you to pass the days.”
That there in, is only if you could be fortunate enough to gaze upon,
the truth through the smoke filtered haze.
The empty haze that swirls with flirtations of death and love;
A moment to catch your gaze, and make you wonder what tomorrow brings.
But with every glance, you may see a thought, so despising your brain shall sing,
“Today we are but couch potatoes awaiting the mother-ship.”
Written by Danny and Ron, July 18th, 2017.