voyager_nz
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 14, 2004
- Messages
- 5
Train Station.
Waiting to leave this place,
this world behind me,
why is the train always late?
The lines and rails extending,
like so much white powder,
calling me to my final destination.
Each day passes in silent observation,
the wasted moments of passers by,
have me peering down the tracks.
Their problems seem so trivial,
in my current self-awareness.
is knowingness holding me prisoner here?
If so then please cause me forget,
so that I might feel and love once more,
each moment for the opportunity,
it offers me to experience myself,
At least until,
my train comes for me…
Waiting to leave this place,
this world behind me,
why is the train always late?
The lines and rails extending,
like so much white powder,
calling me to my final destination.
Each day passes in silent observation,
the wasted moments of passers by,
have me peering down the tracks.
Their problems seem so trivial,
in my current self-awareness.
is knowingness holding me prisoner here?
If so then please cause me forget,
so that I might feel and love once more,
each moment for the opportunity,
it offers me to experience myself,
At least until,
my train comes for me…
