I'm standing out on Neptune, the outermost world.
Pluto's a hop away, where I sleep, soft and curled.
I look deep to the distant land where rumor says is origin.
I look out to open space and wonder where... where else I've been.
Space-time curves down to Sol.
Shouldn't it rather lead to a soul?
I can be lord, I can be master, I can serve them without a wince.
I am a god, I am the devil, like so many, I am the Prince.
