I was standing on the station.
in France in fact my nation,
with a man who claimed to be Croatian,
he had a dog in fact Alsatian,
what a strange peculiar situation,
what i wonder was his occupation,
the train had under gone some restoration,
supplying comfort right for relaxation,
the driver made some acceleration,
the conductor asked for tickets,under regulation,
and called for every ones participation,
and looked at me with warning expectation,
had i got it?, imagine the humiliation,
found it,cause for small and smiling celebration,
as it saw me to my destination,
the trip was that of long duration,
I fell in to a daydream state hallucination,
counted trees approaching neat formation,
watching village, fields, towns, in set rotation,
the man with dog had odd pronunciation,
misusing fraze's leaving punctuation,
he was passing over information
about his dear departed sad relation,
with all the sorry details of cremation,
here's my stop, and left him in commiseration,
i found a shopping moll incarceration,
some clever new innovation,
which gave the town emancipation,
many reared against creation,
but that's a sweeping generalization,
i was thirsty which caused me irritation,
and found a cafe, small but useful compensation,
my journeys explanation,
in deliberation,
is the beginning of exploration,
of a never ending, situation.
