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