The sky hasn’t fallen yet
And I wonder when that’ll be
When pigs fly? Or Jesus arrives?
Do we wait for Doomsday?
Or a sign of the end times?
Will aliens arrive? Or better yet,
When will they just tell us already!
Will the world end tomorrow?
When we pollute all the water?
Or when we're out of resources
Like all of the oil that'll be scarce?
What about all the toilet paper
I need to stock up on before
No one's allowed to go to
The grocery store no more
‘Cause that’s the new normal
We're headed towards, it's what
They’ve been conditioning us for
While Star Trek predicted this in
Glimpses of our 21st century doom
Way before I was even born
I mean, infectious diseases?
Quarantines and vaccines?
Human extinction by radiation
On season one of First Generation
My goodness, does more go wrong?
On this star-crossed planet we're on?
‘Cause there’s something going down
On planet earth right now that’s beyond
What we know about space and time
Like Star Trek predicted the end, alright
Not all of us will board the Enterprise
But for now, I can make it my mission
To at least try to finish all seven seasons
Of Star Trek while I'm still breathing
But what if I don’t make it to the end?
If you understand what I mean by it
But I shouldn’t even think like that
Because the sky hasn’t fallen yet and
The glass ceiling is still over my head
The poetry collection from Sabaitide.