Train Tracks
there is nothing here but you and I Facing the folds of time again passing us by like some sort of ghost train Flashing spots of black then fading into white We’ve followed these tracks for months and we keep going but they never end, of course. We’re only waiting to end up where we started. But I’m sure we’ll end up in the junkyard covered in rust. When the sky is light grey and the air is soft and sharp My hands are dry and cool and the water is only calm you’re skipping over the holes in the bridge but you have to catch me when I fall through. the years pass and the cycle continues. history repeats itself and so do my words. we speak in redundant tongues and neither of us will ever leave. your mouth spews an eloquent flood but I shut mine too long ago. we speak our so-called love again and again and neither of us will ever leave this cycle of tracks and trees and gaping holes in the bridges. each day we pass and pass and twilight fades to starlight, and time is irrelevant.
Dreamers Epiphany · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 04:09am · 0 Comments |