That man – he rides on Mercury every now and then

(It's because he believes it's closest to the Sun)

Even though he knows that the other side is frozen ice


And if he's down on Earth, he looks up at the sky

(It's because he's certain that it holds no limits)

Yet beyond the sky is an even bigger, ominous vacuum


But why does this man still chain himself to brittle lights-

-when, like quicksilver, they vanish?


(It's because his hopes take him somewhere,

And his sorrows do not.)