a distant train
the passage of time
echoes in the ear
a forgotten chime
solitude is found
when the answer
to a question
is all around
a distant train
the passage of time
echoes in the ear
a forgotten chime
solitude is found
when the answer
to a question
is all around
Sitting on the platform waiting for a train
late again
I wonder what my fellow commuters are thinking
Do they share in my plight
or go beyond it
into the night
with that sinking feeling
that we have waited all day
for the same train