In response to this week’s QHTP : Indefinite, here’s my entry:-
To sleep and never see again.
To sleep and never see again
To talk and go ignored
To look again and go unnoticed
To dream and still believe
Moving through the indefinite length of a train that never stops
Walking past the faces
Like on any other day
That always fades away
Into the other side of the glass.
Who cares anyway
Its all about blur and haze
Amidst patterns that have never really made any sense.
A metro scene
Unable to open the doors
A train that simply doesn’t stop at all
Some unheard song that you remember even after waking up from your dreams
That inaudible song playing from nowhere
“…to sleep and never see again…”,
That its all a dream.
And i try holding on,
But its all slipping away,
Until all that i can sense,
Is the remnant images,
Of the light gleaming from the ceiling.