I boarded the train
Through the smog I boarded the train,
destination get out of my brain.
A journey I've made many times before,
to a place I don't even like anymore.
Still I return to where I am lost,
a freedom ride with plenty of cost.
A million miles away,
sat in this place.
Every given heartbeat going to waste.
And I know it, but journey on.
Same old scenery, same old song.
Destination nothing to gain,
through the smog I boarded the train.
by
kaylaposted on 03/31/2008
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