Waiting on a Train

Over the rim of my coffee cup

The world moves by

Mobs of nameless people

Walk on set paths

 

Each with their own story

With their own way

Viewing the world differently

Than I

 

Coffee turns bitter

As I wait for the train

That will never come

Just waiting on my path

-Kel Dayheart

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