endurance can be a pain
Sunday, waiting times prolonged
So you get used to sitting, being idle
I did the time, walked the lines
Transferred, bus to bus to train to train
Then I saw my ride drive past.
Train-track works that day
Forced to work around
An already lengthy way
So when time passed before my eyes
And hours had already passed
I hopped on a journey the whole way round
And wasted an already ruined day.
Forced to scour timetables,
Plan journeys meticulously
Punctual over tardy, mostly.
Hours of my life drifting,
Thinking as strangers take the wheel
Shells filled with people
Manoeuvring round the urban sprawl
Suffocating trees and
Everything I used to know
The see-saw bending back and forth
What I used to know
Catapulted to the great beyond
So there is no equilibrium
Now my thumb's up for a ride
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 15:51
Tags Impatience  Exploration 
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Buses and Trains
I remember that daySunday, waiting times prolonged
So you get used to sitting, being idle
I did the time, walked the lines
Transferred, bus to bus to train to train
Then I saw my ride drive past.
Train-track works that day
Forced to work around
An already lengthy way
So when time passed before my eyes
And hours had already passed
I hopped on a journey the whole way round
And wasted an already ruined day.
Forced to scour timetables,
Plan journeys meticulously
Punctual over tardy, mostly.
Hours of my life drifting,
Thinking as strangers take the wheel
Shells filled with people
Manoeuvring round the urban sprawl
Suffocating trees and
Everything I used to know
The see-saw bending back and forth
What I used to know
Catapulted to the great beyond
So there is no equilibrium
Now my thumb's up for a ride
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 446 times
Written on 2006-08-28 at 15:51
Tags Impatience  Exploration 
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