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
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