BenderYou think you know what happiness is,
a big train filled with steam
and everybody's jumping aboard --
facing some eager and relentless forward;
that it's the unexpected return of a relic
from when constellations were
and unaware of their places in the sky.
A waiting game then,
for those pistons to tremble in --
that far-off whistle
a little too far-off,
or that "later" just a little too late.
When you stepped onto the station's wooded deck
there was the ostentation of finding something,
a destination maybe
But you never stayed.
One starless night
you wandered off those tracks
and there it was:
the better bright
of your own backward ways.
Poetry by Charlie fan
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Written on 2009-04-07 at 06:25
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