Take a line; find the time to spare.
Wander though the who and where.
So, look around, test your eyes
And see the air.

While we’re out feel the atoms move
From the real needle to the groove.
Play with vapour to the other side
And join the ride.

A pack of nobodies drifting by –
Shuffle aimless, they wait to die.
All we hope for is a fond goodbye
Through empty air.

Don’t you think I have memories?
Old conditioning rarely sees
Through fragments into clarity.
Stay with me.