the city speaks, if you listen..
the fog rests above the bodies of water, suspended, waiting for night when it can creep outwards engulfing the streets, stations, and skyscrapers. it moves along the city spreading its haze, distorting ambition, and blurring destinations. from above our faults cannot be detected, our mistakes go unrecognized. but on the ground, scars reveal our misfortune, testifying our demise.
the train doors do shut so suddenly. scattering friends from one another and separating lovers without care. the tracks are long but the train is fast. the platform's shot and you're too late. so you can bang on all the windows or throw yourself onto the tracks. but the train has no conductor- no time nor sentiment for your loss. speeding over your dead body it will move onto its next stop.
but wait, and another train will come for you. and if you are in luck someone will be there, waiting, when you get off. so cross your heart or hope to die- the sliding doors just shut! will you cross the yellow caution line, lay on the tracks and try? or is now the time to take two steps back, and simply wave goodbye?
now's your chance, decide!
nathan.
the train doors do shut so suddenly. scattering friends from one another and separating lovers without care. the tracks are long but the train is fast. the platform's shot and you're too late. so you can bang on all the windows or throw yourself onto the tracks. but the train has no conductor- no time nor sentiment for your loss. speeding over your dead body it will move onto its next stop.
but wait, and another train will come for you. and if you are in luck someone will be there, waiting, when you get off. so cross your heart or hope to die- the sliding doors just shut! will you cross the yellow caution line, lay on the tracks and try? or is now the time to take two steps back, and simply wave goodbye?
now's your chance, decide!
nathan.