The Journey
Cigarette
Glass of beer
What tomorrow brings
I start to fear
A run-away train
The tunnel does loom
I sense somehow
Approaching doom
My biodegradable future
Becomes clearer now
I made a mistake
I don't know how
I saw a road
Attractive scene
Most beautiful landscape
Looked so serene
Somewhere there grows a tree
Which will eventually encompass me
Flowers come to my door
But I'm not here
No, not anymore
Copyright © Sally Lang | Year Posted 2008
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