The spheres in motion wrapped around collapsing starsnImmortal hands and eyes are framed in fearful scarsnThe mystery of living, breathing, dying hardnMy name and occupation tattooed on my facenThe stars my destiny, deep space my dwelling placenDelirious and rotting, where's my saving gracennThe stars burn brightnIn the forest of nightnBut what mortal hands and eyes will I see there?nnI'm locked behind barsnOn the gateway to MarsnBut when all the stars expire will I still be here?nnI'll set the villages and colonies aflamenThe bards of history had best forget my namenDeliriously plotting, Nomad is my famennThe stars burn brightnIn the forest of nightnBut what mortal hands and eyes will I see there?nnI'm locked behind barsnOn the gateway to MarsnBut when all the stars expire will I still be here?