the train whistle was loud and obnoxious
as it came toward the platform where i stood
with you being so loud and drunk on your self-pity
that you failed to realize i was never coming back.
i was leaving this town and this life and these friends
but most of all these dreams that i dreamnt that were
supposed to mean something but ended up meaning
nothing.
i needed an escape from this way of living in this suburbia
with the tree-lined streets and the cookie-cutter homes;
the kids playing on the front lawn
the dog chasing after a ball so playfully
thrown across the lush green grass.
i needed an escape from the ever-near city with the smokestacks
spewing out their cancer and the business men loving their jobs
more than their wives and the hustle bustle of the bright yellow
taxis and the flashy cars, the big movie stars, and the bright lights.
i got on the train with my ticket hand that read "one way pass
to anywhere but here"
and i didn't look back.
and the train whistle was loud and obnoxious as it faded away
from the platform where i left you standing, still wrapped up in
your own version of the truth and what is right.
well, nothing ever felt this wrong and this right and i smiled
at the train attendant with his handle-bar mustache and
jolly blue eyes who was seemingly content with his low-end life.
and i sat down in an empty brown seat which i like to think was
occupied with my former self before i arrived and
i listened as the train gave out one more whistle
that didn't seem to loud and obnoxious this time at all.








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