I sat down and wrote this from boredom.. critique?

I stand, waiting for a train at the edge of town
People coming, people leaving the places that they're used to
I see many things at this train station, while I feel emotions around me
People leaving of anger or hardship while newcombers have new aspirations or hopes
I would have had to imagine a pure reason for leaving, but I don't
So I stant here waiting, waiting for the one right train

Then I also wrote these lunes...

Always I crave
This over many different things
Forever I dream



Out of rech
Forever tembling, needing these thoughts
Myself at war



Fighting without control
Blood dousing the land rapidly
Kill by kill



Salvation or Damnation
They are your only choices
Heaven or Hell?