On the last train but one
which leaves me the
limited option to move on,

I am trying to decide
as to should I
take the next ride
and
considering it carefully
is like treading quite
warily
when you know the water
will not hold your weight.

The past has no future and the future is too far away from today!

limited options
limited thinking
I'm letting those thoughts sink in.


Events and horizons
shot up as poisons,

I dress shabbily because
life is killing me,
why wear out nice clothes
as well?

Limbo,
the show off can dance it
the weary tire of it
I
sit and wait at the station.