Central railway station

Clock ticking - seconds counts, and the wheels of the train leaving traces. At the stations difficult often stops me and in moments of fornication the world gathers me. And then again you drag me forward, lost speech, in my day cursed. Sometimes I want to from him to go down, but then I understand, that I still need dandelion sweet from the blasted laugh, great view and the volley of lithe thoughts to the future bright, and the wings of birds, rebuilt the sky ...