I see the grey shroud cover my eyes
I feel the ice stab through my veins
as the anger and angst fill me to the brim
I've been waiting so long
so long for a train
that'll never rach the horrizion
Holding ticket in hand
twenty years weatherworn and faded
I've been standing out in the cold
This time I've been closer
closer than I've ever been
to turning my back and fading away
Something keeps me here, seemingly stasis
hoping for that train
hoping my ticket is still good
Hoping that you'll still be at my destination.

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Joshua S. Bell
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