As the whistle blows
I think of the miles
The end’s too close
Its time I rose…
Flashes of moments
Left behind…
As I pick up my bags
They all rewind...
I’m moving so fast
But the pace is nil
With my broken watch
The time stands still…
I see my station
Hoping the wheels turn back
But as I come closer
gradually they slack…
As I get off the train
I start regretting
Pallid reminiscences
I detest forgetting…
It’s my last arrival
I pay my closing fare
My last advent
Cause my journey ends here…
3 comments:
hmmm...liked the way you put it but the finale should be the best part of our lives, good or bad memories are ours, no regrets at the end of the journey. wat say?
well..the state of mind i am in. yhis is the only finale i could think of right now. but later maybe ill write a better onle..alternate finale.ha ha
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