Train Of Thought

What passes my sight? Scenery I guess.
It shoots past, blink and it’s gone.
I see it blend into the distance.
It’s oh so far. Out of reach.

What’s gone is gone. I can’t go back.
Then was then, and now is now.
It all seems so blurred close by,
But it is all too clear with hindsight.

I can see the present, the past,
But no future. Is it there?
People say that the past is behind them, but I disagree!
You can see your past, your future is behind you.

Who knows what’s down the line?
Does it really matter what’s going to happen?
All that matters is that you cope in the right way.
You don’t make a mess of what you’ve got, wanting more.

Train Of Thought

Emma and Dave Atkinson

Altrincham, United Kingdom

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Travelling in an empty train carriage means I have plenty of time to think

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