My Taxi is waiting

My Taxi is Waiting

I wander through the fog,
chasing myself around whisps of white;
a fairyland behind my eyes,
of images diverse,
specifics not in site.

But fog is ethereal,
my life cannot be,
I step off the train and out of my mind,
the platform solid beneath me – my taxi is waiting.

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