6d
I peer out as the train moves by;
Sights, sounds, and smells all combulate,
It’s early, I sigh.
At each town, I ponder
The lives of those yonder, what secrets here make sleeping dogs lie?
Sights, sounds, and smells all combulate,
It’s early, I sigh.
At each town, I ponder
The lives of those yonder, what secrets here make sleeping dogs lie?
I am thinking, always, but more so when I am stationary for long periods.
