A night train.
Midnight.
Bags gathered round my feet.
Possessions,
some lessened,

to carry with me.
Heavy
and soothing.
Like a gentle symphony.

I rest my
head right
back upon my seat.
It´s hard and
cold, though,
the best thing for me.
This train is
movin´
but my heart is stationary.

Seasons change,
it will never be the same.
I´m hopin´ I won´t stay the same.

Reasons strange..
Why we all must play these games?

I left it
with you,
a note that was discreet.
I made sure
I put it
upon the cellar door.
It´s hanging,
hoping,
will you read it while I weep?

Last time,
the last time,
it flickers through me.
So vivid
it rushes

from my head down to my feet.
We´re laughing,
joking,
through a dance to my defeat.

Seasons change,
it will never be the same.
I´m hopin´ I won´t stay the same.
Reasons strange..
Why we all must play these games?