There is a piece
of me lost, a stray
disconnected from my body
struggling to make sense
I board the train
taking me where I'm bound

to my past I've been bound
invisible cords roped give no peace
no solace from this train
of thought, my good intentions stray
I've lost all good sense
this shell is my body

I've watched my body
go through motions, bound
for sorrow, searching for a sense
of comfort, state of peace
I don't want to be some pitiful stray
get me off of this train

my feelings are a runaway train
derailing inside of my body
my emotions stray
far from control, can't be bound
my mind disintegrates to pieces
will I ever achieve a higher sense?

I need to make sense
of thoughts unheard over this chugging train
mechanic struggle of motion gives no peace
ceaseless, my body
moves in bounds
desperate to stray

out of my head, which cries like a stray
animal, crying for a sense
of purpose, reason to be earth bound
instead of lumbering along on a train
with a lost body
searching for a sign of peace

someday I hope to be bound on a different train
with thoughts unable to stray from my body
intertwined with a sense of peace.

10/27/1998

Posted on 05/10/2003
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