Sometimes I feel as if I've missed the train,
even though my ticket says otherwise.
Its angular writing ought to puncture the dream,
yet I find myself staring the other way down the tracks.
So I walk down the platform until it comes to an end,
wondering what destination might have been.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel as if I've missed the train,
even though my ticket says otherwise.
Its angular writing ought to puncture the dream,
yet I find myself staring the other way down the tracks.
So I walk down the platform until it comes to an end,
wondering what destination might have been.
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