Taking a train, darkness up ahead, mountains surrounding us and drowning out what ever is left of the sun, of the day. Riding faster and faster just like a runaway trains of the past – stations pass us by and the people waiting on the platforms just watch as we pass on by. “Didn’t I once know you and did we ever kiss?” “Was this once my home and have I ever been missed?”
Loneliness like a child feels left alone, no understanding the past and the future unknown. Loneliness like the color of my eyes – is it genetic or is it me? I walk alone, my choice – I walk alone, one voice all of my own. But can you hear me when I call? Can you see me when I call? Can you feel me as I fall…away – goodbye or is it hello? Bridges like metaphors of darkness and light – been through this tunnel – bring on the light.