NEXT TRAIN

 

 

Again
the games, threatening
my excitement – so much!
Turning it into a whirlwind of fear
Fear within, and
fear without
I have to grin, I have to shout
Time, shamelessly running out, chasing
recognition which I do not recognize – never, and
and something else – oh, yes dear! – which I still cannot
command. I cry.
A tear within, and
a tear without
I have to grin, I have to shout
Drying tenderly the dampness from my eyes,
as now – I think – time, I can see it!
Maybe touch
Maybe smell
Certainly feel, caressing all that I haven’t lived for
and still expecting something to bring me back to the
Next day
Next train, departing within a tear
without any fear.
I’ll get off when you shout!