No Journey To Make

How long do you wait with no journey to make? Low sun dries the morning dew alone on a platform you feel a dull ache that tells you its long overdue Autumn’s coming or is it the fall? The leaves on the line make you wait The phone’s in your hand but there’s no one to call And tell them you’re going to be late Malevolent images have messed with your mind Like a hard drive of short painful slides But today you’ve chosen to leave them behind On a journey that ends in suicide The world doesn’t stop there’s no bolt from above A lorry is emptying bins Your mind can’t control all the things that you love Your mind can’t absolve all you sins You make the first move there’s no going back You feel a sharp shift down below There’s strong smell of oil and there’s **** on the track And you stare into oncoming yellow... Life goes on... with a minor delay as they bag up your things as they wash you away your actions made at least 55 late let them wait and call you inconsiderate life goes on...