Gray clouds, foggy skies...
city streets haggard and used.
Dark tunnels with light at the end,
graffetti painted walls seek approval.
Solemn, unfriendly, cheerful, concerned faces...
stare seeing and unseeing through hooded lids.
Rusty rails, clickety, clack the train does pass...
to and fro destinations known and unknown.
Welcome and unwelcome thoughts ...
probe the mind .
While traveling stationary to our destinations.
Written in 1986
Adam
Reindeer