The Descendants of a Crash-Landed Astronaut

It is all happening in a vacuum, This impossible grand illusion Burning in its full spectrum Never meant for our narrow vision Our spaceship built itself in orbit Launching satellites to add to its moon The descendants of a crash-landed astronaut Our noses always trying to balance a spoon The atmosphere’s aqueous delusion Allows us to breath like fish in an aquarium As seen from a different dimension Destined to exist in this diluted medium We are chasing endless days Not fast enough to escape the sun Preparing the last days before it dies Our impossible universe undone