Graveyard of Reveries

train ride home

Tree after tree after tree

My pen remains quietly tapping against a blank paper

My hand scribbling invisible outlines

While my other hand pours my fifth glass into my mouth

Tropical splash of Chardonnay wine

People chatter and clink on dreams

On skycrapers, on towers

While I'm on aboard my fifth train ride

The heir is crowned king, the newspapers headlined

Beside me wedding bells chime

Now already drunk my sixth glass of wine

"Welcome home darling"

Reunions and bride to be's

Engulfed in the arms of their love respectively

On my sixth train, when the clock strikes nine.

Tree after tree after tree

Leaf after leaf after leaf

"We arrived at your destination"

So passengers pile their leave

I remain in my seat

Like a ghost with unfinished mission

But I'm still alive, still alive

If only I can still desperately find

Oh where's the place I'm supposed to dine?

Where's the place I can earn a dime?

Where's the labor I can waste my time?

To spend my days where I'm still alive.

Certainly not in this stop, 

Who would want to be someone they're not?

Certainly not I

But who am I?

Someone who rode the train the seventh time

I could've sworn the farmland's hills posses such watchful eyes

Or perhaps Hypnos was fiddling with my mind

Rainy rivulets grow legs and race to the bottom 

Steam engine's smoke float like wisps

And blend within the fog

So as the glass window is a canvas

My fingers glided to construct figures of stick

Castles in piling bricks