I have spent a lot of time travelling on trains to school, and wrote this the other day while undertaking yet another trip.

Staring out the train window
At the sun's dying glow.

The world flashing by
While I sit and wonder why.

What do I think I'll see there
Through the dirt and dusky glare?

Perhaps I hope to see
Someone as lonely as me.


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