Strapped to the moon like Prometheus bound
But the eagle keeps eating my memories
In their place remains black holes-
Spaces only my heart can fill
So my head pumps as I forget
Sailing along the Lethe
And yet I feel so ancient-
I remember a feeling
And that’s not allowed
If and when I shall be born again
I fell, prostrating instantly
But who was receiving such reverence
Aliens, gods or devils?
Auras, halos or space helmets?
Then you came and rescued me
But your ship was dark and obscure
The safety net disappeared-
I was back to the future in chains