i feel trains pass me by.

i see trains pass me by,

each one different than the last, they are filled with people, different people but all the same people. look out the window and you will see it, its dark, i dare you to look out your window. i look out mine and i see it everyday its all the same it does not change, but i change, i hear it come again, was i the same when i last heard it. its raining, its always raining, one way or another there is always rain but i dont mind, i never mind, push it away, push it down, push it to the back and dont think,do not think about it but you will,

you will think about it one day.

  • Author: whoareyou (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2017 09:51
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 25
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