Its too much, nah I'm just going deep.
Its a better use of my time;
Flying a black spaceship with a clutch.
But let's be clear,
that doesn't really require much.
The flux and punch of a red carpet.
Leaves me in need of a dark car-pit.
Into space somewhere far away with just one touch.
Ringing, then a purple-green, then hush.
You're all gone. Except for the ones I brought along.

Let us talk to you
we can help.
And if you try,
you can help yourself.

Liftoff.

They're just ambiguous.
Look above and below this.
To maintain image you say you get it.
But do you really understand that ****?

"Oh its a dog.
It represents his struggle with God."
Or maybe its just a dog.
And the author needed a rhyme for frog or cog or fog.

They say it has to fit a form that we ought to be taught.
But its someone else's thoughts.
Don't pretend you're in their head.
Just admit you don't know and ask questions instead.