Train To White City
Slouching on the evening train
Ravelling through old anxieties,
It better than eye contact with robots
Haplessly Shuffling on and off
The deepest and fondest memories appear
Through the thorny ripples of mind
Speeding down memory lane
First memory, first bike, first bruise
First Day of school, no front teeth
Fast forward to first date,
Sloppiness of that first awkward kiss
First love pangs of distress
Until at last your realize
You passed your flaming stop.
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