Train Station

Oh the forlorn distance
Between every tock
They keep on beating
Behind every clock

Till time tries to taunt
All its passers by
When the train flies past
Releasing a cry

Reminisce, remember
Reviving too
Our only souvenirs
From the tick tock choo-choo

Each step becomes longer
Each year just a blip
“The new days are old days”
Says the quivering lip

Then finally falling
From the ceiling a high
We crash to the ground
Releasing a cry

The floor is beneath us
Above is the air
In front is the present
Our eyes lock with a stare

It has become real
The in between time
Every tick is a second
The pause must define

We continue along
Viewing the train
Trying to revisit
All the tocks again


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