Days grow longer, nights colder;
Everything seems to change. Yet, there’s still me-
Same face, same clothes, same friends, same creation.
If there is a change,
just ever so slightly,
It’s diminished as quickly as it came.
There was a time where I was renewed
It was a progression of major chords
It was the progression of a better me
Though the train had made me get off by someone who looked like the conductor
I was left at the desolate station
the only train I was the one heading back to my original destination.
It’s only in my starting place that things never change
I’m still eagerly awaiting
The train that will never come
Maybe it’ll come back for me.
Days grew near, nights closer;
As time dwindles, so does my hope
The process becomes redundant
The train to come back
Though, my hope has become no more
My mind always drifts back to the memory of the train
The feeling is the only reason why
I still live to this day.