The Passenger
i was a passenger on a train
you were a denizen of the night glimmering soft through the windowpane on the periphery of my sight
beautiful mystery from afar
easy to miss at a careless glance
steady and delicate as a star
almost invisible but for chance
all of my empathy turned to fear watching your shadow become defined slowly but certainly drawing near questions were circling in my mind
were you a ghost of my checkered past born of the moments that i forgot
here to collect on the loan at last claiming the victories i had boughttook a look in the glass, something strange staring back at me
a passenger on a train
it's more than i can see
sometimes i feel there's two of me it's more than i can see
I'm just a passenger on a train
it's more than i can see
call me the passenger
then i could see you were just a man only a creature of flesh and bone
shot from the furnace where time began silently traveling all alone
after a moment i saw your face strangely familiar to my eyes someone my memory couldn't place fellow compatriot in disguise shouldn't have taken so long to see guess i was hoping it wasn't true soon i accepted that it was me learning my spirit is split in two partly a passenger on a train
partly a denizen of the night
glimmering soft through the windowpane on the periphery of my sight
took a look in the glass, something strange staring back at me
a passenger on a train
it's more than i can see
sometimes i think there's two of me it's more than i can see
I'm just a passenger on a train it's more than i can see
call me the passenger

Copyright: SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
Writer(s): Sam Gendel, Vikram Ramakrishna Devasthali