Yet not fast enough to run and walk
With train too fast to pass the station,
I saw it moving forward fading gone.
Knowing one stop is coming ahead,
Fast breath still hangs as i leave;
As the next train slowly approaching
Catching Time is always my daily game.
I summed up the wheels of assume
Beating time is good to run home.
Cambridge heath is a dull station
Not to wish a wait and stay but gone.
I choosed to live day-work this way
Far from home and time to catch train.
Creating one simple poem like this
Tilll i reach Silver street i have to finish the piece.
-- Post From My iPhone
