Thank you to Linkinbrick for your extensive and passionate crit!!
At the age of eleven making my way to downtown Chatswood, a series of extreme miscalculations on my part landed me lost on a train through rural New South Wales. I seldom went there, and when I did, it was in the form of a car trip. But here I found myself so incredibly far from what I knew. No one was on the train. No one was on the station. No one walked through the stark housing estate nearby. This was worse than being stranded in the wilderness, because not even the laws of nature seemed to protect me. That's why I wrote this.
Pulling back, I tried to find the point of wasting precious time,
I sip and toast to normalcy, a fool's way into jealousy;
I mock and imitate goodbyes when I know that I can't deny,
That I'll be here forever-while.