Saturday, April 18, 2009

New station new platform new beginnings
Time to board a new coach on the train of life
You miss it, you loose an innings
You board it, no guarantee you'd thrive
Be a part of the crowd
Or be an observer to the loud
No body would decide
Whats wrong or right
Acquainted you may find a family
Deserted you may find time for past agony
But nothing would survive
The next station waits for you to arrive
It would be sooner this time i guess
Speed is a direct proportion of age
The less you stay, the less dismay
But it wont happen your way

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