TRAIN STATION

Transience of life

There is a tramble in a speed of the eye.

Station is full,

And one after another are preparing to leave.

People...

Trains...

I dreamed them all.

I know where they are going and where they will arrive.

Good for them!

Such an horizon and infinite space.

I see them out and in my head are well known pictures.

... to get away swiftly before I become insane.

It's already late.

And I didn’t drink my coffee till the end.

I did not feel the ardor among my fingers.

... And they are already gone.

Train station is full again,

And one after another are preparing to leave.

People...

Trains...

Author's Note

Transience of life