There's no road to be travelled
when you're on last spent dimes
bent on shaking these shifting hours
you find you're lost in times
And these times are changing
faster than you can fill the cup
it has left you so unstable
you don't know which way is up
So you crumble slowly into pieces
fragile as a china vase
you are the last astronaut
lost and alone, scattered in space
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