The spheres in motion wrapped around collapsing stars 

Immortal hands and eyes are framed in fearful scars 

The mystery of living, breathing, dying hard 



My name and occupation tattooed on my face 

The stars my destiny, deep space my dwelling place 

Delirious and rotting, where's my saving grace 



The stars burn bright 

In the forest of night 

But what mortal hands and eyes will I see there? 



I'm locked behind bars 

On the gateway to Mars 

But when all the stars expire will I still be here? 



I'll set the villages and colonies aflame 

The bards of history had best forget my name 

Deliriously plotting, Nomad is my fame