I follow a thinking
That I know to be right.
Many trains;
All day and all night.
I’m riding a wish
Of one kind or another.
Somewhere in mind
Is my sister and brother.
All this
While running away;
While looking back
To a horrible day.
While looking ahead;
Forward to rise;
With a dream in the dark
That I’ll meet the surprise.
The kind that you know
Before you get there.
The word was let out.
You pretend not to stare.
You can only imagine
The way it could be.
Yet, by holding the thought,
You can never be free.
And, the time keeps on ticking,
While asleep and awake,
As we question the why,
And the who we forsake.
Comes back to the reason;
Cycles to end;
Own your story;
Be as One with the Wind.
NOT FOR RANT 