Semaphore

There are things that no one can deny
Life is short and quickly passes by
Thoughts are formed, problems ironed out
Guilt and worry soon become regret
Then there is a time for reasoning
Hours fly by ruminating
What you saw can’t be what it was
Where are the dreams you struggled for?

I thought you’d understand
Taken by the hand
Here then something changes
You’ve taken a little of my life
Thrown it down before my eyes
Grilled it and criticized

Ever the wiser
Emotions and pleasure
From that second it tears you to go
I would answer
Each question they’d ask me
Always taking interesting roads
Easily please them with banter
I’d tease them and
Invitations ensued
I’ll never know why
I’d taken the last train that evening
I should have just gone straight home

Didn’t they know why the signal had changed?
Didn’t they know why the signal had changed?
Didn’t they know why? Didn’t they know why?
Didn’t they know why the signal had changed?

There was a man standing on the forecourt of a railway station
Waving his arms, trying to catch your attention
He waited outside your window as you got up this morning
Signaling like a fool, trying to make contact
In the hope to avoid the catastrophe that awaits you
He now sits incapacitated on the curb outside your work
Wondering why he was ever given the job to pre-warn you
Some say he is an angel
A personal semaphore
I believe
He’s a figment of your imagination