Of all that is and isn't

[shropshire_lad]

Here we are without a sense of time or space.
Lost on the asphalt rivers of traffic that bind us.

I have no means to fly off
Still I was born with wings now cropped

So what do you think
Behind all those years of recognition?
Shameless mask wearing sure doesn't suit you either.
The echoed sound of your steps isn't heard
since you don't come around.

But please don't ask yourself when you return,
Who you're going to run to.
I can't be this hometown hero
Swaying from the edge
on my phantom wings...