New England

New England

New England was frigid and desolate

I never saw that many faceless faces before

The stream cloud erupted with a screech as the train slowed

I knew my house was void of light

I never saw that many faceless faces before

That cab ride was centuries long

I knew my house was void of light

Perhaps it wasn’t really my home

The cab ride was centuries long

I wasn’t used to being alone

perhaps it wasn’t really my home

Yet, I was raised in the emptiness

I wasn’t used to being alone

I had days filled with laughter

Yet, I was raised in the emptiness

It made a cruel sort of sense

I had days filled with laughter

The steam cloud erupted with a screech as the train slowed

It made a cruel sort of sense

New England was frigid and desolate