Train

as the train sings its metal tune

I decide that its time for pen to make love to paper

to gently caress sheets of white

with scribbles and shades of blue

bring to life boring A4 stripped

I might be able to relax
and chase away head hurts of stress

the reoccurring theme of my day today

as my space fills with earthy dusty smells of the tunnel I am in

I think of work and this journey

and how life consuming it can be

with the greys and blacks of how inside this train can be

the stress tension decides to travel

from my forehead to the bridge over my nose
I then rub

as the train hums to a still at the platform

not moving dead

pausing my journey in the rush-ness of time

the pen lays downs and rests for awhile

and I think how relaxing writing can be
and I dream dreams of being somewhere else
and I know I can run free and stroke the warmth of the sun
the trains jolts to a start
ending my dream







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