Beetween

Stuck inside a moment of quiet contemplation Closer planet, pretty lights, and, oh, the things they sell Should I be thinking about changing destinations? Or keep quiet and make do with what I'm dealt The decorations draw you in. Don't waste your time on the foundation If the robots do the math, don't even bother learning that This is the last unexpected voyage and I'm floating in the middle This is the last unexpected voyage between two worlds Will the new planet nurture what is planted? Would I only do it cuz I could? Sooner or later would it be taken for granted? Did I even stop to think if we should?