Brockley

Brockley, a station I pass by

Everyday it stands out and I don’t know why

Déjà vu in reverse? Have I seen it in another universe?

A meaning I can’t quite get but taunts me so I don’t forget

Could it be the name? Does it hold a place for me? Why do I end up re-living these places post-reality?

Maybe fate has a pattern, it’s all down to me

Like a learner behind the wheel of a test motor car, you take slowly

I’ve learned not to think too deeply, I’ve learned to go with the flow but I can’t help wonder how all this goes.

Brockley, a station I pass by, everyday it stands out and now I know why...