A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon

Come on it's time to go

There is no pain, you are receding

A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown

The dream is gone

I have become comfortably number

 

-Pink Floyd (for those who young’uns who might’ve been wondering)

Done