***Every now and then, for no reason than to stop the authorities taking me away, I may write something to try and prove that below it all I’m more than just a hilariously good writer. Sometimes for example I can be an hilariously bad writer too.
This was written trapped on a train. A train that was taking me home again.
There, that should be enough emotional pre-blurb.***
This was written trapped on a train. A train that was taking me home again.
There, that should be enough emotional pre-blurb.***
Memories speeding past the glass
Fading shadows in the light of dawn
In the misty haze that surrounds my carriage
A turbulent flight though our lives
Fallow fields half hid in darkness
Lit in speckled cloud bursts of light
A glimpse of heaven racing past me
Like fleeting dreams I left to die
Fading shadows in the light of dawn
In the misty haze that surrounds my carriage
A turbulent flight though our lives
Fallow fields half hid in darkness
Lit in speckled cloud bursts of light
A glimpse of heaven racing past me
Like fleeting dreams I left to die
At every stop the doors slide open
For a moment I want to run, be free
Live a new life where no-one knows me
Start again, make my dreams come true
But instead I sit, time moves around me.
In my tiny world, the one I choose
With my tiny dreams, in tiny boxes
Behind tiny windows, watching the view.
