The Looking Glass Volume 37 | Page 41

Warden

Shimon Pecaric

Waiting for the train

to show me where to go.

It becomes a show in a box,

and my friends will be there, till I go.

It's all fair; I just won't be here anymore.

Waiting for my stop

to bring me to where I need.

A prestige carriage I lead, in a box

with myself drowned in thought, till I go.

It's not, as it seems;

it's not as it's been.

Waiting in the station,

not satisfied with this end.

As clear as day with my friend, in a box.

There's nothing to do, till I go.

Has always been a show,

But I love it, and I love it.

I'll keep on waiting for it.