Am I just a token?
Am I a ghost only visible to you?
Clock strikes ten and the day is done.
We move further away and the pictures come out to play.
The gaps in the silence grow immensely and change is in the harsh wind.
It's only a matter of time until you leave.
The films rewind to yesterday.
The stars hide their light and I am lost.
I cannot go home.
Where do I belong?