With each day that arrives I hope it brings new hope
The sun's rays penetrate through a crack into my bedroom
I feel alive...somewhat, for a short time at least, but that's before...
My body has to venture into this wicked world of nothingness
My days are spent pacing back and forth like some train in a station
Am I a passenger waiting for that number nine to Euston?
Which never arrives, a shadow, a piece of lost luggage even -
A man with a mission of fortitude, with a one way ticket
Of no return!
Written 25Th April 2006
Copywriter UK 2006
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