as I'm sitting here, waiting for my train
it's like sitting anywhere, waiting for my life to change
constantly I see the same reaction
my heart is on life support my mind is in traction
sleeping in chairs without destinations
taunted by the torrid past and current aggrevations
born as a child with a bleak chance of survival
patiently awaiting my intended, glorious revival
as the Phoenix, so have I, been burnt to ashes
will I rise again to be dispersed to the masses?
