Chance

that place
echoing in hallways
driving my nostalgia
holding me ransom

I remember
what momentary illusions
I was allowed
thinking that for whatever reason
I was familiar

hearing a song seep in my unconcious
sitting on the marble steps that millions traveled
and the time rolled in
like tides
waiting on nothing
and everyrhing

pulling away from that station
just exactly on schedule
leaving nothing
ever
to chance

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