Maybe build a catapult — or save it for another day
And if that still feels far too much, then start with just a spoon
A scoop of something comforting — that counts as building, too
Gremlins like to dazzle with their bright and baffling schemes
You don't have to help them — you can let them chase their dreams
You can choose to sit and watch, enjoy your favourite treat
A hot pretzel or some ice cream, savoury or sweet
If the laundry is a mountain and the dishes are a sea
Just choose one sock to start with. That's quite enough, you see
If the shower feels like effort and the bath feels like a chore
A warm cloth and a quiet sit still count as something more
If your brain is full of static and your thoughts won't form a line
Sit beside the mess a while — that also counts as trying
Gremlins slide in sideways with their plans that make no sense
Held together mostly hope… and things they're calling "evidence."
If the day has gone all wobbly and your energy has fled
Dennis shouts "MORE COUNTERWEIGHT!" then drops a fork instead
Maxx just rolls his eyes a little, presses something in your hand
Says, "We're not launching anything — we're resting. That's the plan."
Even gremlins get exhausted, even chaos needs a break
Even Dennis runs out of ideas (though it takes him quite a lot)
And the trebuchet can wait a bit — it isn't going anywhere
It will wobble where you left it — held together… more than not
So if all you did was sit today, or breathe, or take one bite
Or hold a spoon and not much else, or simply make it through,
That counts the same as building things that fling across the sky
It counts because you're still here. And that alone will do
And Maxx will still be next to you, not rushing, not away
And Dennis… well, he's somewhere there, but quieter today
And nothing here is finished yet, and nothing here is wrong
You're just a gremlin building slow, and that has been the plan all along