• I've watched the world move on without me
    like a train that pulled away from the station
    with me, the late passenger, missing the open door by mere meters
    watching as the cars of the train speed along
    windows flashing across my field of vision
    men and women making momentary eye contact
    staring back at me through the glass
    showing me what i so long to become
    and then vanishing from me forever
    i am lost, i am alone, and i am afraid

    doors keep closing
    bridges keep burning
    trains keep leaving me behind
    yet i only sit, and stare
    every lack of action, is an action of itself
    too late to change, too late to try
    as all of these trains are passing me by