bounded in a nutshell

there are no landmarks in this empty place
not one of us who truly knows the way
we claim the kingship of infinite space

too easy now to fall into disgrace
mistaking fertile soil for dullest clay
there are no landmarks in this empty place

there is no route that anyone could trace
to lead us back into the common day
we claim the kingship of infinite space

and yet when you desire to set the pace
the rest of us with fear will want to stay
there are no landmarks in this empty place

for now we will old circumstance embrace
all that we see resolves to shades of grey
we claim the kingship of infinite space

a sort of fear will show up on each face
and not a one of us knows what to say
there are no landmarks in this empty place
we claim the kingship of infinite space