Train Of Thoughts

This train of thoughts

Starts in the air

When no one’s around

To stand and stare

Why doesn’t this train stop?

Oh, but it feels so good to let it run

To let it fly and to see where it dares

Sometimes it’s an idea

Sometimes it’s a feeling

Sometimes it’s just a fantasy

And sometimes missing the people those were there

But why do I want to hide these thoughts?

Am I a fool? Or am I a nerd?

Or I am just being a “normal” introvert?

It doesn’t really matter -

“Who I am ?”

For it doesn’t matter

To those who care

But when someone comes and talks,

(Or maybe it’s because the time never stops)

This train comes to stop

And again when no one’s around

A new train starts..

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