Suspended in rushing darkness,
Where movement is only a sound.
Alone in the packed compartment,
Far from the anchoring ground
A cargo of hopes and memories.
Strange worlds of scattered thought.
We speed alone together
To destinations unsought.
A limbo of time passing slowly.
A space where distraction is all.
Suspended between past and future
The present as blank as a wall
Obsessed by the past my mind fidgets
The ragged flotsam of old dreams.
Alone with my faded longings –
The tears, the smiles, the screams.
Yet all the time we rush forward
To a future still hidden in night.
Waiting for plan to become reality –
For darkness to give way to light.
(Photo by anurag prashar at flickr)
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