Leaving a city
Travelling slowly away from that familiar scenery
Entering a new one
Leaving behind that rolled up cloud that would grip trees at dawn
That smoky layer
Sun's burning it up
The end of this year
end of the train line
Late to work attached to strings of complacency
I love slumber
though it's being robbed
The pillow and the sheet call me lullaby sweetly
All things I left behind creep up
previous engagements rattle around in my head
My plans are being broken like dawn cloud
I've managed to hold onto a few
No late train can hold this back
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