Lost In Translation

It's quiet now. I'm

standing down...falling.

I've stood in this place

time and time again.

And yet here I am now.



She said "You're falling behind.

Alive. Dead." I've fallen behind.



A precious thing, I'm

discarding...falling.

I've looked in your eyes

time and time again.

And yet here I am now.



It's all there,

a back and white picture

lost in translation.

Cold and bare,

neon-green boots,

a busy train station.

And now....