Hidden Messages

Chapter 4 of The Button Which Almost Destroyed The World would be up soon.

and here's my 98th poem. 2 more to go.

Easter Egg Inside

Waiting here for a train,
Under the showering rain,
And I hear a particular yell,
It is something, I can tell.

An illusion, I figure, only,
But with the pour, I can see barely,
This really made my evening,
I wish there is something.

But now I guess it is okay,
To forget I think I may,
Eventually so ergo,
To wait for the year of octo,

I know I am not nocturnal,
I have wait for almost eternal,
Finally the sound dies,
A train in front of my eyes.

And I transport away,
But I still remember the day.