woensdag 4 april 2012

take the train to anywhere. I'll be there!

Waiting on the platform.
With nowhere to go.
Utterly bored.
Trains are so slow.
Destination anywhere,
anywhere but here.
I just want to leave this place.
I want to disappear.
Talking to these nobodies,
that seem to share my fate.
United in this travel urge,
our differences they fade.
The whistle blows.
We have to board.
We all try to escape
this hollow place, this prison fort.
Our bags are packed .
Our shoes are tied.
To the horizon,
is where we dream to ride.

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