Travelling (home)
Travelling back,
to a place
I used to call home,
listening to old music,
guitar and voices,
bringing me back,
from feeling alone
Outside,
the darkness
is closing,
inside,
I’m sitting on a train,
rushing,
hurrying,
passing me by,
watching it all
For it seems
a while
since I’ve come
through this way,
left a few tears
since then, under
this forgotten sky,
maybe I left
to forget,
only now
to remember,
the passing
of what was
only once,
this future,
this day.
But I’m tired
now,
the hours
and days
like leaves
spinning
into years,
years
that just seem
to fall,
‘cause
it’s beginning to feel
like autumn,
nights getting longer,
starting to feel
the cold,
the rain,
it’s fallen’ again
just trying,
trying to remember
what was,
trying to recall
But I have you
right here,
beside me,
I can hold
your hand tight,
keeps me
from falling
behind,
the seasons
have passed
so quickly,
not taking
those chances,
those opportunities,
makin’ me blind,
to the fading
of night
Getting nearer
now,
my train
my time,
is slowing down,
coming to the station,
looking through
the window,
empty
of nothing,
but memories,
seems no one
is around,
Hearing again,
the whistle,
fading,
walking along
the footpaths,
reading life
between the lines
between
the open trees,
the familiar windows,
more quickly now,
for time’s
pulling away,
but no one’s looking,
no one leaves,
no one’s remembered,
since I left this place,
at the end
of another journey,
that led
from forever
back to today.
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