i've been here before & i've seen the rain hitting these streets
& i know the sound of that voice & the echo of air.
not sure what to take away because i left with so much already.
does it want me to take more or something i missed the first & second time?
repetition is a frightening thing, as it tells me i'm thick in the head
& can't seem to catch the right train.
so i stand on the platform & watch em go by.
pacing back & forth, wondering what the hell i'm even doing here
but knowing, with a gnaw in my stomach, that i really have no where else to be.
i didn't even pack a bag.
don't need one where i was supposed to be going
so if i wind up lost in some other city, on some other schedule
in another unknown month & year, i guess i'll just have to go shopping for new things.
