If you look at your life
as if viewed through
windows of this train
would you be born or die at
Craigieburn or Flinders Street?
Stations become a blur:
Childhood - First Kiss - The Year I Hated My Mother - Party Time - New Job - Break Up -Bad Haircut -
That Guy - Overseas -
Then you go into the tunnel:
Dark Bleak Years - Separation - Loneliness - Stuck -
You know you will climb towards the light
and you do.
Where will you
end up?
2 comments:
#6 has that Monday morning feel to it crushed against a window and a bikie from Cragieburn.
Melancholy and reflective, a true mood of our times. I hope you "lose" more of these moods to the commuter tide.
Rhoufi
I love the whole concept of Stealth Poetry. Will spread the word in Sydney.
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