Solace was found
on a train
bound for Guildford.
It wasn't to last
and it wasn't true.
But the train was still Southbound
on winding paths
through fields and towns
and in the distance houses
filled with families
(with their children and dog)
who put aside irreconcilable
differences to stay together.
The train stopped and the door opened
to welcome a sight of
platforms, and train tracks
and houses of similar stature.
And solace is lost
amongst the sea of train travellers
looking for platforms
checking the time.
So we lose ourselves in the pace of life
and see no one
and expect no one
like a child lost at sea
with no one's hand to hold.
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