Staring out of the sunny window,
Through my rose tinted glasses
The world stares back
callous and cold.
My heart clenching as I close my eyes
Waiting for what is to unfold
Sitting on the tracks
The approaching steam train rumbles the earth beneath me
Carrying every imperfection, past mistake and broken dream
that ties me to the harsh tracks of reality.
Falling from my face as the icy sun penetrates my soul
My rosey-tinted glasses turn to ashes between my fingers
As reality takes its toll
By Marlene Cronje
