Trian

November 2, 2010
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Ding, Ding, Ding
The gate is closed
The train passes by
But there are no passengers
It goes as fast as it can
Then just stops
I walk up to it
I see my reflection
Only it’s not really me
This reflection looks happy
And I feel opposite
That’s not me
It once was
My heart is pounding
I touch the window ever so slightly
The train is gone
With all my hopes and dreams
All I have worked towards
Was I supposed to get on that train?
Why is it leaving me then?
Life is slipping through my fingers
The train is gone
Gone forever





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