Train of Thinking
I’ve Had Since YOU Were Born
This destructive train of thinking
I’ve had since YOU were born
Is going off the tracks, my dear
All battered, used and worn.
It’s strength is in its numbers
And not in bone and steel
Its beams are hot and weighted down
And are more than I can feel.
The screeching of its heavy brakes
Like a heaving, birthing sound
It can not stop its progress, love
For it is ending bound.
The cab’s full of conclusions
You can jump from here to there
The doors are flung wide open, dear
With too much haste, not care.
When you look upon the rooms
Countess will meet you sweetly
But do not linger long, my dove
For she’ll chastise you neatly.
And if you care to ask around
They’ll tell you all the same
The train has gotten lost again,
With only you to blame
You can implicate the engineer,
The butcher or the baker,
But criticize The Countess, sweet,
And she’ll tell you I’m a faker.
So if you hear the whistle blow
That sounds a bit like laughter,
Know that it’s in your head, my pet,
Forever and there after.
About the Creator
Soft Duckie
Poet and artist living with my two dogs in Arizona. You can find my work on https://www.redbubble.com/people/fisheisley?asc=u.
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