It is becoming ever clearer

That I’ve spent too long

In amongst the mundane

Now enough time has passed

With me being downcast

And I want that high life again

---

The Train Home

Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time

Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine

It
always
feels
like
such a
crime

When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine

(Originally Posted 08.03.2020)