Novel patterns growing old
He has seen all this before
The Traveller knows there's only so
Much variation in life forms
Synapses matching for their first time
It's less exciting as the journeys winds
Now the shock has worn off when he sees
Mouths misplaced were eyes should be
Walking plants squirm from burning suns
Balloon divers no one can run from
Telepathic lizard-apes
Transmit to his mind, creates
All the same thoughts that he used to think
When he first saw the ice breaking
Turtle-squids surfacing
On the ice sheets of Europa
All the time lines intertwine
I look at my thoughts and they aren't mine