The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Dec 11, 2003
Keystrokes
Where is this train going?
On the tracks we have set
Where are the stations?
Are we far away yet?
Within a few keystrokes
You have entered my mind
Entered.Taken over,
Whilst I try to unwind.
Whilst I sit and gaze
At the paper out spread,
Your voice echoes back
Through my empty head.
My head full of images
Of you, blonde and sweet.
Please dont run away
When we eventually meet.
The coffee sits cold
Down by my side
As I try to work out
If I need to go hide.
Away from my feelings
Safely back to my shell
Where is this train going?
Can you or I tell?
You have been through so much
In your recent past.
The last thing you need -
Another pain in the arse.
