Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Catching this train.


Catching this train.


It's far too late to get away,
'Cos in the end
It doesn't even matter.
Ride this train with you,
How I'm always in the gutter,
Does this make a lot of sense,
Because you'll never ever matter?
Cruising to the end of life,
Who do we know and what is
Ever of much importance?
Go for gold and taste the edge,
Build faith for what can never
Offer submission or surrender....
This train has journeyed
From my station, to towns of
The kind, my heart so longs
To find, where you and I are
Kind. Rolling stock, something akin
To couldn't give a flock, is
How your timing makes me feel,
If only your love were real.