Past Present Future

My nostalgic trip started in the train station, where I gazed upon an entry hall that resembled a faded photo in a faded album. I clung to the hope of a futuristic carriage. Sat at your table Your click clack conversation Had remained the same Standing on a street corner, I was trying to understand traffic. The hot, thick, air was full of misting rain, which didn’t stop beads of memories from dripping down my back. In the dark hours A Tokay gecko calls out Echoing through time A new scenic road has been built alongside the lake. From it you can see the mountain range that edges the plain. The forested peaks covered with stylised clouds. Peddling to change When work stops and leisure flows Free-wheeling future