Caught up on sleep last night, slept til near nine
When I arrived at work they were talking
About me - 'Talk of the devil...' but I'm
Not sure what they were actually saying
I wasn't bothered, though, they were smiling
And nice to me all day! It's my birthday
Soon, so hopefully they were discussing
What presents to give to me next Friday
Just before we go out to drink, eat, play
Another few steps in that march of time
Closer to the end of the journeying
The destination's nowhere. Under grey
Skies, this train shuffles slowly on its line
Hills left behind, the landscape flatlining
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