Face It And Fix It

Day to day
I feel delay
But holy shit
I'm twenty-six
Going on
Going strong
Focus on
A hocus long
The joke is on
What pokes along
Sing our song
Loud
From a cloud
Not proud
Looking down
But the crowd
In my crown
Has known
Maybe shown
Some unknown
They aren't alone
Each one and only
To conform is lonely
To the bone
The core
The true home
Unless we find a clone
Of Earth
On foreign turf
A place
In space
That we can race
Toward
Stasis
Or face it
And fix it