Moving Fast
I looked back through time at The Station
Sepia monument  to aspiration
Ancient memorial set in sweat and stone and fear
A portal to futility

Gliding Back
Bitter sweet memories of love
And of longing and of lust
Radiate from the image of twisting rusting tracks
I chose to wander

Moving Slowly
Frantic journeys into hope
Tortured whispers of destiny and destination
Sweet roiling steam of pain and desolation
I paid the ticket seller’s price

Stopping Now
Pay the coin for another ticket to paradise
The Station is so beautiful
But only if you can afford a ticket
And don't yet know it's all about leaving, not arriving

Still in the silence
I wonder, where now?
Gold and love I have in plenty
But sanity forbids a final destination
The track of life runs short

Blindly I move on
The purposes of youth are spent
But still in beauty, eternal stands The Station
Portal of flight best viewed backwards
From a one-way trip

Shadows fly
Seething from the final point of departure
Moss-green sepia, smoke and ancient steam
An inconsequential blur that was my life
One way ticket