45*21

nobody knows anymore
where we go
down stairways long
into hallways darkened
air not fresh
people of mars
the radar detects
the frozen air
have cold feet
in the morning
breezes blow in
and we know
all is lost
time to go
rearrange the furniture
reschedule the team
the meeting was canceled
everybody went home
I ate icecream
and slept hours
woke up dreaming
called in sick