The story of a lonely boy on a lonesome train.

Tip toe
Tip toe
Walking trough the street after a night of dreams
Walking through the faces and stopping again and again to tie his laces,
Tap and splash
Tap and splash
The dirt was not close
To his shoes or his awkward morning
While he travelled on lonesome train
With nobody.
Flat in heart and eyes reaching the sides
He would travel in a crowd,
In faces,
Standing in corner like an unsolved maze.
Restless like always
His legs would swing and swim
In directions
And he would be there
Sinking and drowning in his friend,
Book of someone’s name
And someone’s story which would eventually change.
Waiting for a destination which
Doesn’t wait for him,
The lonely boy would travel in that lonesome train.
Windows would be clean somedays and
Somedays they would be covered in raindrops,
He would blink again like it’s a winter rain
Thinking to find light before the dark,
Before train floats inside a tunnel
And more than his eyes his sadness is lost,
While he travelled in that lonesome train.