The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 240 Poem by Flying Lemming

No jam was in my doughnut a couple of days ago
My fortune cookie was empty, is there something I should know
I’m used to odd socks going, and pens go all the time
But are there wormholes in life through which things climb
Spare keys, you know where they are until the day they’re needed
Keeping track of needles, in that I’ve not succeeded
And maybe its not just small things that disappear through space
Just think of all the people that vanish with no trace
And buildings that were always there sometimes are just gone
Some say its demolition but they could all be wrong
Big and small, nothing is safe, it’s all starting to fit
Something in space is collecting earth bit by bit
Maybe I should tell someone that we are not alone
I’ll do it now, if I could find where I put the phone