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On the eve of that quiet night
he stood on a platform that engulfed isolation,

the atmosphere occupied emptiness,
like the hollow shell of a former man
seeking a greater cause worth fighting for,

and yet, the silence rang within his ears
like when wisdom demands peace,

but fights secret wars only read through naked
eyes exposed to the cries of reality,

he sat there for hours,

not as the modern day thinking man
and not even as a profound philosopher,

but simply...as a boy,

connecting heaven with the electrical power lines
aligned with the train tracks,

he wondered if maybe,

just maybe, he could take the next train
back to his mother's arms,

or the time he felt sheer and utter exuberance
from the moment of his first kiss,

or even the time when he first realized that art
freed his soul,

but pathways still yet to be discovered sought
shelter in the curiosity of his mind,

so without hesitation
he boarded the next train

heading towards the unknown.