watch the pebbles circle round my shoes
clouds above must be really confused
as they stare at me, eyebrow raised, tilted head, wonder what i’m doing here again
i don’t know even why i’m here again?

i suppose they get a birds eye view
of my discomfort as i remember the truth
i’m going to that station, getting on that train and going in the same exact direction
as i always do

can someone tell me why i’m...