Stuck looking at a cold grey screen
doesn't feel friendly just feels mean
where went all of the cosiness
I'm sorry but I must confess
that sometimes change for it's own sake
is something maybe to forsake
guess we all must persevere
can't lose what you have all done here
The  ambition to build it I admire
but something got lost aiming higher
still time for something to come through
can't imagine poems without all of you