Poetry

Monday, 1 July 2019

Last train

Its the last train out of nowhere
The last train tonight
Batthyány tér I'm a nomad
Get no sleep tonight

Rails in the midnight
Wheels running fast
Making miles
With nowhere to go
Nowhere but the past

On the last train to nowhere land
The cities of the night fly by
Their lights remind of a certain regret
A certain twinkle in somebody's eye

Their flat iron sign and rails
Everything we should do
Follow the tracks where they trail
Don't do what you feel you'd like to

The last train out of nowhere
Last chance to fight
Step on board, I'm a nomad
Get no sleep tonight

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