A green chair in space,
Is out of its place,
Like the emerald button, haloed on you wall.
Why are you longing for

a Solid seat,
That gravity ‘cannot be beat’,
That you dare to face this heat.

When
You
         Could be
                                          free
Wheeling in space
   Taking in
                   the
                         jumbled chaos all over
                                 The place as
                       would a
        Child on
                A bouncy
                           Castle.

Your Garden is green,
So why press the button
And kickstart the process before
your eyes,
A process that had already begun.