If one must insist on clichés, then at least have the common decency to be unique about it!  

With thanks to NASA for use of the header image.

Where was I going
I didn’t know
Suddenly hurtling
Out of control
Wanted a grip
To be gone of the slip
Searched for the wheel
But failed to feel
A circle for turning
So moved onto searching
Hard for the brake
Only to find
My whole body facing
A great empty void
Nothing but space
For time hasn’t either
Likewise the world too
And so on I careened
With a big boo-hoo-hoo

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