A Riot Of Question

“Do you know if you’re dreaming
when you tie your shoes on the deck?
Do you know which way is up anymore
when we spin on this pulsing, blue speck?
What if we’re ghosts when it matters?
What if we’re queens in a zoo?
What if only dreams existed
and then perhaps just me and you?
How can you stand without grasping
to the walls as we spin and we spin and we spin?
How can you laugh at tomorrow?
When it ends who’ll be left just to sing?”