Civil War

The silent roar of traffic
Calms me, reminds me of home.
Memories of days spent
Waiting at grubby stations,
Always intrepidly moving on.

These heady days,
Fuelled by discovery,
Are replaced with introspective meditation.

Grubby trains became a single room,
Experiments with drugs transformed
Into philosophical debates between
Left and right hemispheres.

Out of this great change,
This internal revolution,
Steps forth a new leader.

From the hopes of the past
Comes the construction
of a new future.


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