Friday, January 15, 2010

where we use to play

I might seem a bit peculiar
A bit not right
for though I try, I remain a stranger - not of this time.

I swear I'm almost there
though I've been wandering for days.
I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive
where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate
where we used to play in those days.

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I know I'm with strangers I recognize
and I realize my own disowned me.
Were never mind.

I swear I'm almost there.

This is right where we used to play.

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive
where we used to play.

I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine.
I never was truly meant for this time.

I might seem a bit peculiar
A bit not right

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive
where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate
where we used to play in those days.

where we used to play in those days.

in those days
in those days
in those days
in those days
in those days
in those days
in those............................

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