Life on Mars

Life on Mars

outside is danger

We can still go out with gear

It just takes more.

I don’t trust myself nor the hour of the day

Which I thought was 11.

We have supplies. Enough to last.

Enough, a new necessity.

I thought I heard voices but they were just memories

I miss

What will it be like when we land?

My anticipation is more annoying than helpful

Mutiny within

What is it? I keep asking

Constantly checking my email for command

Let the news tell me so I don’t have to put it together

A puzzle already built

Jung said we judge because it’s easy and use it to deflect thinking

And now we’re all alone with our thoughts

Like strangers making small talk.