damn lost the inspiration...

What now
It's the dying cloud
At first glimpse you notice a sudden tinge of ghost
But as it leaves you wonder where to go from here
Blank space allows everywhere and nowhere to go

At the same time, you can choose to be
forever to part from society
A commodity...so fondle me
Take care of all that's left with your gift
of dying presence

Leave the rich to feed their peasants
but you never left me
Leave everyday by sea
but you never left me
Always a part of you will forever be

Morning time, and it's there again
Like a long lost friend
Just beyond the coastline
lies the one and only
Dying cloud