There was an old man
round my ends,
Looked like a cross
between Santa and a fisherman,
bucket hat and cane in hand.
And though it sounds odd
and hard to understand
As a child I was convinced
he was my guardian angel,
Was sure no one else
could see him but me.
And whenever I spotted him
I'd be filled with a kind of serenity.
He was an elusive being,
most likely a reclusive being
but he always had a smile for me
and in that smile
was such a sincerity
that I've rarely seen since.
Laughing eyes that would
be gone in a blink
And though I never
had a conversation with him
I never felt like words were  needed
Cause all was said with a shared *grin

Sat on a train
and I gaze along
face after face
of strangers
that all share
this same moment
in time and space
and yet they're
all so vacant,
staring into space
and time bears
no relevance,
cause its the same thing
day in day out,
all of us sat there,
headphones intact
listening to our
own soundtracks
as we make our way
through tunnels
unaware of the tracks sound
as we're shuttled around
and I'm dumbfounded
by how wisdom
is found in the loss of interaction,
sat across a
man in a suit 
clocking up percentages
and in a fraction,
I've took stock
and mocked up
a story for him
through his action ,
this one man
of many in this
age of distraction
Until  this traction 
created by volt-age
comes to a halt
as this train stops
at the station,
my station in sight,
this stationary moment
of insight interrupted
as doors open,
my form plateaus
as I step onto
the platform,
leaving this
train of thought
for another one,
adjourned as
I Journey on.

In the moment
you realise
you can't go
and comfort
that one person
when it feels
like the most
natural thing to do.

And you can't go
to that one person
for comfort when
they're the only person
you want to go to.

It takes a brave person
to honestly say
that they have no regrets
when they're in a bad place

Don't lose yourself

In the promise of finding yourself

Cause you were always right here

A person and a place I'd always want near.