My mind is on a spacetime ship
No future, present, or even past
In each motion a quite new skip
A trip of now changing so fast

I dance on this persistent illusion
Towards an inexorable demise
Cubed in a black hole diffusion
Reborn in a new different size

Everything happening is the same
Balls bouncing in a Bingo flow
Each ball races in a diverse frame
Let me out to know where did it go

∴ Lyna Salman