This doomed vessel carries mortal cargo.
Buckle up tight we got a long way to go.
We travel with friend and undercover foe,
You ride inside or hide outside the door.
Against a dark background we fly together,
The night rushes by in a blur of street lamps and shop fronts,
Eager to reach our goal we force time to move faster,
Forgetting that one day these will he memories,
And these Memories I steal from from another time,
I nurse with false pride as they were never mine,
And as we blend we come apart again and again,
Never stopping never closer the horizon never gains,
The sand in the hourglass falls as I tap the life I used to know,
Existing on nostalgia, feeding off the Sparks from long ago,
Knowing I'll never he the one to hold you again,
Reaching out, always too far and yet always so close