We are sending up messages like smoke rings,
we’re not sure they’ll get anywhere.
we’ll just stay here, stuck,
crying out for help neither of us want.
You’ve been stamping out fires I’m starting,
hoping that a spark won’t start up.
I’ve been half-heartedly writing messages
in broken bottles I throw out to sea.
We know they’re not going anywhere
at least we can say we tried,
we can say that something else kept us here,
despite our best efforts we fought for our freedom.
We can argue there was a greater plan
set by a higher power that we stay stranded.
With this in mind, at least tonight we’ll sleep soundly.
At least, tonight, we will finally sleep again.
-Alex W. (rough first draft)