Old familiar faces seen

In distant places

Caught

In a dream like trance

Meetings in passing

Started with passion

More than just mere

Chance

Seen as before lacking

No more

Old and recognised stance

Of defiance confronting

Compliance

Do we again

Have to do this

Dance of equations

In railway stations

Leading only to the mind

Where all stops for a

Glance

Of our history

Played out are those

Old familiar faces seen