Wasting?

Tree with hardly a
root in the ground  
 
I'm not wasting my mind  
my time
 
You fly by the seat of your  
pants you wear to  
leap to warp  
 
Throwing yourself  
and members of your team  
at a glass  
ceiling  
made for  
peasants like me  
 
In the Badlands  
until we all got sucked into  
the fricking Delta Quadrant  
(Trekki fans make funny poets!)  
 
Now aliens have stolen  
our lungs  
and we still aren't  
any closer to home  
 
...  
 
Back when they slew  
your hope in me  
and we went hiding from  
me making friends  
 
You never learned how  
to let me speak for us  
afraid I'm the reason  
 
you don't already have  
support and acceptance  
 
Now you live in terror  
because I talk every day.  
 
I just want to tangle up  
 
loving branches  
so we all don't blow away!