Insomniac Interview

I hear the tick tock tick

Of some ungodly hour

Soft breaths either side of me

Mask the dark and dour

The house hums endlessly

A companion for my mind

Talks to me, softly chides me

But can't release me from this bind

News read, tweets checked

No idea what comes next

Save for irritation, consternation

With myself I'm truly vexed

Surprised I shouldn't be

Not like this is something new

Three then four, four then five

The insomniac interview

I'll put my phone down now

Pretend to doze a while

My sighs give me away, I know

Sleep, you do beguile

Direction of Travel

Choose your seat reservation

Or hope for the best

Make sure you get your preference

Or jostle with the rest

What is your preference anyway?

Indulge me, do

How do you like to travel?

What's your desired point of view?

Does facing rearwards

Make your stomach churn?

Or does having something to look back on

Make you truly yearn?

Watching it all fade away

Till it's a distant memory

But recall always brings a smile

So easily

Prefer to look for what lies ahead

And have it approach you in a rush?

A glorious blur of uncertainty

That's your crush?

Focused only on the next

Embrace the fresh, the new

Eyes fixed firmly forwards

That's the only view 

Concentrate on what has passed?

Or only in future do you confide?

You think I'm talking about life, right?

Nope, just about this long train ride