"Riding On A Train Through The Foggy Night"
The fog is so dense, he can’t see past his nose
And he wonders when he’s old… will he regret what he chose?
With nothing to look at, and his phone’s battery dead
He finds there’s simply nothing to do but get trapped in one’s head.
His mind wanders aimlessly, as the train rumbles through the night
the image it self is a very good bio of my high school, teen years. dank, depressing and in constant transit. transition. flux. on a train, day dreaming, reading… so forth