I was sitting in a station, waiting for a train and watching all the people coming and going. Just watching everyone made me wonder what they were doing there.
Sitting in the station on a hot afternoon
Watching all these people passing bye
Looking at them all, going on their way
No time to stop…nothing much to say
That young man with his bicycle
Running for his train
I wonder where he’s going
Hobbling with a sprain
The old tramp alone and begging
Carrying his backpack of life
Looking so sad and dishevelled
Fed up with all this strife
A mother with her baby
Screaming for all its worth
Both getting all hot and bothered
Looks like it’s screamed since birth
The young couple holding hands
Waiting for their train
Then one long lingering kiss
Before they part again
People just meeting… just passing through
Wonder where they’re going…wonder what they do
Some young, some old, some big, some small
Where are they going….nobody knows
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