John Stewart Campbell

The Station

Meaningless pride for the clock strikes ten to five
A quick journey takes me to the longest ride
First steps through the door a quick smile to me elder
Nothing less nothing more
Words descend from her mouth to my ear
Direct orders
I comply no hesitation, no delay she know's I won't leave her astray
For my job is to make sure the eye has seen no one come or leave today
I look outside to see the sun glaring down on the desert of dashed hopes

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