Watching lives walk
into different storylines,
along pathways that my
blurred eyes can't see.
I wonder silently,
mind ambling away,
somewhere
on another journey.
Where is the next stop?
Am I destined
to repeat this same cycle for eternity?
A self-created purgatory,
for crimes I never committed.
sitting in ever-emptying stations
as the last buses leave.
Taking in autumn views
before winter visits
become yesterday’s news,
touring spring, then pulling in
to a brief stay in sunlight relief
replenishing the skin
for a spell so brief.
I watch from teary
corners of my eyes.
Seeing lives wearily
blending merged storylines.
Emerging from the solitary strands,
untangling with countless
other threads.
Until you have a cast
of thousands,
all impacting lives,
touching hearts
With just a smile.
It is profound
the way it heightens
the miles.
I watch from
this frozen seat,
stuck still.
Tears stream my face
from the biting chill.
I watch the way gravity sucks
so many together,
flocks of sheep, herding
in the cold weather.
Their smiles
infectious.
The grimaces
don't stand a chance,
every single one that starts to appear
is waved into the distance.
Watching lives pass through
this station most nights.
The 44a ride into
the rest of your life.
Am I trapped
in a circle of agony?
Or is this the start
of a whole new journey?
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