So long at this train station,

the walls and floor are grey,

On hold, my heart is waiting,

to reach another day.

In these moments with no kindness,

I keep on carrying on;

the future is a shadow,

someday is my con.

In transit to my life,

no longer feel the pain-

view you from your captain’s chair,

escape that keeps me sane.

Humor, veil between us,

a camera the mode,

tear-streaked, tell your secrets,

a flame in all my cold.

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