Standing at This Station – Written May 2004 (Aged 29)

Standing at This Station

standing at this station
not sure which platform
or even my destination
funny as it seems,
some things do remain
because every night i dream
and i am on a train
but it never ends
i am not sure where i am going
or the way through
yet, i have met wonderful friends
i run through the station
the platforms have no numbers
no destination boards
yet i push through the crowds
the amassed hordes
i look at unsightly faces
with half hearted glances
and what a collection i see
but as i stand,
i still cannot work out my destination

James Garratt – May 2004

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