At The Station Hands are sweating. Mind is racing. Should I be here or should I return to normality. Five mins until the train draws in; it's running on time. What will they think of me when they realise. People walking past doing what they do. Heads down chasing time. The human race is driven by time. I want to run. The world seems so regimented now. Us doing what we have to do, as the clocks dictate. I look down at the empty cup. Another coffee bought and drunk while chasing time. Rolling the cup in my hands I stare into its empty void. #life is full of so many possibilities yet I have managed so few. I don't want an empty cup. I hear the train. Now I have to choose.
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