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Lost In An Echo



Standing at the station

the future ours to see

waiting,

anticipating,

Lost in the translation

are the eyes of tomorrow

and the promises of today

the question remains,

Will she stay?



No stop sign!

No speed limit!

Green light flashing

heartbeat racing

thoughts out of control,

Lost in the moment

are past barriers broken

and tomorrow's cloud cover

yet, the question remains

before it started,

Is it over?



I hear the engine roaring

feel my heart pounding

hands shaking

body trembling,

Lost without a clue

are tomorrow's dreams

and yesterday's blues

the question remains,

Is this front page news?



The whistle stops,

no turning back

nowhere to run

nowhere to hide,

Lost in a voice, hollowed

All aboard!

Next stop,

Tomorrow.



Questions never answered

she didn't show,

Lost in an echo.



� BRIAN GLENN 3-4-04