Club Nought but the rattling of drinks and the chitchat of guests. The gentle swaying of cords, blinds fully raised Flowers, white, vibrate with us all Two lapshades join in the fun Another just like ours, passes on our left As our forward facing view shows blue Two shades mix, a coastline appears Cliffs, and a beach fade into view, horses all around, appear and disappear A beacon too, and a ship Obscured by window frame, now appears Gentle rise, gentle fall Sway to the left, sway to the right. A village appears, upon the land white houses mixed in with the brown "A sight to see" says the club class waitress But I am not here I am gone