The Train That Left

Being tired is not pleasant

Still what to do

All those things

Bringing us down

Again and again

There are no end to the torment and detriment

In my dreams I am

Running along platform

To catch the missing train

The train that would take me away

If I had been in time

That night more than twenty

Years ago

Makings of the World

Do I believe

In making

The world

A better place?

No I don’t

This is not my world

Soon I will be gone

Other will come

They will make it worse

Soon they will be gone

And others will come

And maybe make this

World a “better place”

They will be gone too

And in the end

Good and bad

Will be gone beyond

Recognition

Wanted

All those thing

That gives life

Some meaning

I wanted them too

A work, friends, things

But none of them are mine

Gone and So On

Lost the meaning of living

The meaning of being alive

Ending the story

Here and now

Moving memories around

In the dark

An angel never came

Being busy somewhere

Else