The road to London.

I found this in an old note book, I wrote it on the train as I moved to London.

Obscurity transcends on me,
Feels strange…
Delusions are a constant
As I pass by yellow fields
On burning rings of steel.

From sun to grey and
North to south I wonder
what led me on these
Steel tracks.

What path have they chosen for me?
Do I say the course?
Or do I risk fiasco for fortune
my future undecided.


I now head back once more, onto pastures past, returning to the dower faces of a depleted town. Who knows what mysteries and adventures lay my way. Only time will tell.


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