And here we come to a journeys end
Inspiration steps onto the platform and walks away through the smoke.
A brief encounter
\"Will you return\"? i shout to the fading shadow, that familiar empty feeling now bloating my stomach.
\"Always. But never when you want me\" Comes the enigmatic reply.
As the train pulls away i settle down in my seat feeling as lonely as a ghost in an empty castle.
Inspiration always has a habit of filling my soul and then consuming it too.
Now all i have is the clickety clack, clickety clack feeling once more
The train tumbles on down a one way track with no turns.
The ticket i hold, a crumpled little thing,
Shows no destination
And yet i ride on, going who knows where
So i sit and wait for the next station to pull into,
Will i get off or do i still lack the courage?
Or shall i see who or what steps on to this inevitable little train ?
Perhaps a moment of clarity would be nice
But i do not have a first class ticket
So probabaly not.
I once had divinity board my coach but it wasn\'t much of a conversationalist.
If I\'m perfectly honest I found it to be very introspective and a bit too full of itself all at the same time.
It was very confusing
Still you can\'t choose the passengers as they say.
So here i am looking out the window watching the world go by.
\"And this is it\" I think to myself
\"This is my clickety clack life\"
\"it\'s not that bad\" I say \"At least i still have my ticket\"