Even though the memories remain.
To spend another day without assuming,
Being stranded on a moving train,
Escaping from the pain and fear of choosing.
To fade away the lonely days remain,
Leaving me again without assuming.
A way of being on an endless train,
A journey through the space and time consuming.
Across an empty space without delay.
We had the strangest way of being stayed,
Play a part of going far away,
Never sitting on the road delayed.
But you were never going anywhere.
There a part of me without delay,
The only way to reach a place or where,
Move the distance from too far away.
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