Three years

Three years have passed me in a haze
And I forgot how to observe
And I forgot my time and place
And I forgot my own true words

I have dismissed the sparks of joy
When I discovered something new
When life was nothing but a toy
When, daringly, I still loved you

When spring had blossomed in my heart—
Never to give me what I lack
Never to end, only to start
Never to ever change me back

Never to wither, so I thought
But then three years lastly passed
Three years—in one mighty blast
Three years, turning all to naught

Three years on a one-way train
Three years of both love and pain
Three years, all gone down the drain.

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I seem to stand on solid train

I seem to stand on solid train
But actually that’s a moving ground
Driving me down the road of madness
And I can’t help but hang on
For if I get off, I will jump to death

Hang on! Help! But I can’t…
I seem to train solid on stand
For I get off, if I jump to death! Will
Moving but a ground, that’s actually
Me driving, Madness of the Road. Down!

Train moving down on death
Stand ground, madness can’t get off
To actually of help, I will
Seem but the road on.

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A good night’s sleep

I wake up
Through the window
The light that shines on me so gently

I stir and flounder in my bed
What is the time?
It shouldn’t be that sunny yet
What the hell.
My mind still finds it hard to get
How can that be?
The alarm’s off, my eyes are wet
My chance is gone.
I missed my train.
There is no way I can explain.

Is this world real? I start to doubt
A world, in which no failures are allowed
I stare out of the window in disdain
The shining sun can’t soothe my pain

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A train full of stories to tell

Each person carrying a memory…

A train full of stories to tell
Of different types of lives
Each person carrying a memory
Something to cry about
Something to laugh about
And they all share a moment together
Sitting in silence

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