I want to beli

             
eve in time tr

    
avel
             
that one day I

            
’ll come back 

        
for you.
            
find you in th

             
e campus libra

       
ry aisles and 

I’d say  
           
Oh my ancient 

 
Mars. 

            
when the rusty

             
 rocks were co

              
vered in grove

 
s
            
and the pyrami

             
ds foretold ac

           
idic snows
            
all was still 

             
breathing like

            
 my hands on y

    
our toes and I

 said
           
Oh my ancient 

  
Mars

            
Several billio

             
n golden years

     
 ago
            
I lost a plane

             
t that I loved

             
 to the cold
            
civilization b

             
looms and then

         
 it erodes. An

d that’s it
           
Oh my ancient 

 
Mars.