Train To White City

Slouching on the evening train Ravelling through old anxieties, It better than eye contact with robots Haplessly Shuffling on and off The deepest and fondest memories appear Through the thorny ripples of mind Speeding down memory lane First memory, first bike, first bruise First Day of school, no front teeth Fast forward to first date, Sloppiness of that first awkward kiss First love pangs of distress Until at last your realize You passed your flaming stop.