Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The Lone Traveller

I’m on a train journey that will never stop
A train, train journey on a rain, rain day
through the windows watching the leaves drop
swirling softly ‘fore a wind blows them away

I’m a lone traveller on a bleak landscape
A lone, lone traveller on a long, long trip
through tunnels, fields and by placid lakes
listening quietly as tracks and wheels grip

It’s a very dark day in a very far place
A dark, dark day in a hard, hard life
trying to be strong in a world’s vicious race
holding my head up in the midst of strife

Tomorrow, I’ll pass a land I do not know
As I’ve passed many cold, cold lands
bracing myself against the freezing snow
dreaming of love, warm oceans and sand

© Wole Oguntokun

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i think that this is nice poetry coming from a pretty creative mind. the same goes for the dying dog thingy. it's brilliant.
Though i think that the only gift we can give ourselves in this life is not being lonely in a world so full, u could choke!