Worries in the Waiting Room

Ealing,
Busy and far.

Metal steed, flying sun,
Bottled water in a sack.
I know the road yet
I’ll never make it to Ealing.

Past raging cars, toxic fume,
Tiring legs, burning light.
Sorrow watches me
from the streets of Ealing.

Such a hectic road!
My weary limbs!
The end will come
before I reach Ealing!

Ealing,
Busy and far.

SAM_2973

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