Solitude awaits on this track
Locomotive pushing towards
Derailing bump of reality.
Thirty cars filled to boards with emotion
Anger stewing in the kitchen car
Bunk cars bed down Insanity
Not far from awakening
Regret bright red fixed at the rear
Though is seems to be gaining.
Throttle wide open
Train steaming towards anything
Get away from right here.
Big bright eye can not focus
Moving too fast and tearing up.
Each crossing brings more
Wreckage to plow through
Hope to leave behind
Still dragging along.
Everyone can tell the crash
Was inevitable, after they followed
The tracks.

11/03/2002

Posted on 11/03/2002
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