As passengers on the same train
unknown to one another,
we arrive at the same
We bare our souls to each
and relate ill-fated turns along the way
on a quest for the same things
Is this God's cruel joke to put us
after all these wasted years?
Perhaps we can bridge our generation
with love and what time we might have left.
I know not what is passing between
or to what stage it might progress.
At this moment, I feel only with all
that I am
and not by what lies
Not until now have I found such
I would choose not to love you
and take the easy route
life has taught me how to
It would be easy for me to love
I simply prefer to seek
more stable that I can trust.
I have learned to become
a lover of myself,
perhaps selfish, but without
I seem to have become better
at some things in an unknown way
since our crossing
although I cannot say why.
They say all journeys end
but perhaps this is the beginning
of our journey