'Twas a Tuesday...just like any other, out there.
But that was a year before. Or, maybe its a lifetime on...,
and my thoughts circle around the lyrics of "Tuesdays' gone".
The Tuesday sure is gone. With the Wind.
I bet, whilst leaving, it must've grinned.
Now theres' just this wait. I sit alone, bare, on the station
waiting, for the train, or on rails, the slightest vibration.
Can not leave the station. I'm the one carrying it on.
All the parts I play, and characters I don.
The wind comes back. Feel it on my face every now and then,
packed with the Tuesday's scent. Starting to forget I'm when.
Oh! the train did pass from here before,
— and maybe, I missed it;
or, maybe 'twas an express nonstop, I wouldn't know,
I was just too late to catch it...!
"Note: Prior listening of the song "Tuesdays' Gone" should help a bit :P"
But that was a year before. Or, maybe its a lifetime on...,
and my thoughts circle around the lyrics of "Tuesdays' gone".
The Tuesday sure is gone. With the Wind.
I bet, whilst leaving, it must've grinned.
Now theres' just this wait. I sit alone, bare, on the station
waiting, for the train, or on rails, the slightest vibration.
Can not leave the station. I'm the one carrying it on.
All the parts I play, and characters I don.
The wind comes back. Feel it on my face every now and then,
packed with the Tuesday's scent. Starting to forget I'm when.
Oh! the train did pass from here before,
— and maybe, I missed it;
or, maybe 'twas an express nonstop, I wouldn't know,
I was just too late to catch it...!
"Note: Prior listening of the song "Tuesdays' Gone" should help a bit :P"
Good one..liked the lines...especially the ones denoting the vibration..made me sit back and think how it remains even after the train has rumbled over..
ReplyDeletewhy thankyou mate :)
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