I see them at stations, waiting for trains. I see them in the crowd coming towards me, crossing a busy Oxford street. I over hear them when They’re talking in the street.
But it’s a mistake; My mind unwinds and makes me find, old feelings lost in time.
Secrets about me, are fading…
The ones that unlocked me, the ones that loved me, die with me.
And then it’s lonely winter streets where the wind wonders aimlessly, depressed and without cause. Echos of hope and dreams fade as I loose.