I might seem a bit peculiar

A bit not right

for though I try, I remain a stranger - not of this time.



I swear I'm almost there

though I've been wandering for days.

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive

where we used to play.

I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate

where we used to play in those days.



I know I'm with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me. Were never mind.



I swear I'm almost there.



This is right where we used to play.



I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive

where we used to play.

I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate

where we used to play in those days.



I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine.

I never was truly meant for this time.