Sometimes I go on the train
Even if I have nowhere to go
I listen to sad music
And pretend that I’m in a film
The train stops and pulls
But I stay, I wont leave
I watch the passengers and pretend
That I’m like them
With a destination to arrive to
There will be someone to greet me
When I get there, with open arms
Theyll smile at me happily
They’ll take my hand and walk alongside me on the platform
And I’ll be lost no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem