Thinking out loud

Back to where it all began.

No pen in my hand so the ideas go straight into the phone.

The further this train goes the further I get from home.

Home?

Home is where the heart lies...

That's what they say.

Eh?

Does that mean I have two homes?

Who knows...

Is this an impromptu poem or is it a prose?

I think I could do with a little sleep.

Be sure to check The Collective Ltown reunion. 

I've been sat on this train for some time and I still have yet to see any sheep...

Demola, TCC