Nights in White Satin

I'm fairly certain a rocket is meant to move, move, move forward, but lately, I've been move, move, moving in place. Things are heating up, wrapping up, getting mucked up. Fortunately, a coworker brought these lilies in today. I smelled them from forty feet and three corners around the office maze away! Fragrant, as all good lilies should be, and perfect for a blip.

(Entry title, Moody Blues song)