Can’t give up,
Not on this, or that.
But when a magic carpet’s
Yanked out from underfoot,
We plummet uncontrollably,
Hopefully laughing.

Pull it out gods,
If that’s what the stars dictate,
But I suspect we’ll encounter something,
Perhaps territories so unknown to us;
Terrains we don’t know how to walk on.
Adapt, adapt! Or, well you know.