Motion Sickness

Posted on May 15, 2012

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Getting up with the rising sun
Dreading the day to come
Going through the motions
Like a train stopping at the stations

Everyday is the same
On this lonely old train
Feeling motion sickness time and again
Into the greys he does blend

Tired and exhausted he does feel
Always he has to climb the hill
Motion sickness kicking in
With whatever the days do bring

The only way out is to take a journey
Lie no other to set him free
Then the swaying will stop
That strange feeling finally chopped

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