aerasio

Standing here, waiting for the train to leave,
it seems like such a lonely feeling.
I glance at the time, in my ears a song's rhyme,
a blank time made for dreaming.
I wondered then, how my life began,
how my mind began to wander.
And wondered then, how life would end,
when I would find time for slumber.
I looked above, to matters of love,
and its lack in my surrounding.
What would I find, not peace of mind,
but quest and query abounding.
Yet all this is but an idle chatter,
a shot at a turbulent breeze.
For all this worry, becomes rather blurry,
when running for an arriving MRT.

So said Aerasio at 12:28