Sounds Paused
One Life Of The Many Continued
Shadows Lives Were Being Lived
The Rest Of Us Slept
Stricken With Insomnia
Runs As Fast As He Can
Down Cobblestone Roads
Stands On The Corner
A Street Waiting For A Train
That Will Not Come
Leaves On A Tree Blows Sullenly
Ghost Train Approaches
Train We Never Thought Would Come.
Our Hero Boards.
Where It Will Take Him,
He Does Not Know.
Whole World Is On Pause
We Are Traveling By Night
To See Its Affects.
Leaves On The Trees
Are In Half Mode
Carried By The Wind.
Shadows The Same.
In Transit.
Looks Out Of A Window
A Ladder Descends
Wires Are Sleeping
The Whole World Is On Pause
You Don't Know What To Do
You Don't Know Why All The Other Time
Ceasing To Exist And You Are Still In Transit
Trees Have No Leaves
Things Do Not Seem To Flourish
When Everything That Happens
Has No Correspondence.
Nothing Can Be Recorded
Can’t Decipher When We Last Knew.
In This World Everything Is Confusing.
Everything Is Chaos.
Even This Ghost City
With Its Ghost Trains And
Its Ghost Shadows.
Board The Ghost Train To See Where It Is Going
A Clock In The Distance But It Doesn’t Tell Us Anything.
It Was Once Eleven-Thirty
Locked Stares And Locked Life.
Pictures Of The Past Tell Us Nothing
In This World Nothing Really Exists
You Don’t Even Know If It Ever Really Did.
Vessels Stuck In A Vast Darkness.
Ghost Train Still Travels.
Finds No Reason To Exist In This Time.
Lies There In His Room
Waiting For Life To End.
Nothing Flourishes In Stagnancy.
