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By empyrean Date: 2003 Jan 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.27.04.30.3540]] |
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i find myself waiting yet i know not what for a feeling that there is somewhere to go someone to see something to do like waiting for a train to take me away far to a place where love is the main destination yet the train must be late its jumped the tracks i sit on my bench surrounded by others yet totally alone watching them walk by lovers holding hands exchanging glances or a secret joke picture perfect families i sit in my tattered clothes wondering what it is i have to see me through all i have to give is me but i fear its a ticket with a price too high for anyone to want to pay |