I’m standing at the train station

ticket in hand awaiting.

Like a heart palpation,

madness slowly drives you.

I still know from experience

I will not be waiting long.

There are always trains.

You’ll see, they never stop

Each cart labeled by its maker:




I jump on each cart

All while fast moving.

An endless ballet

For only the most reclusive

But this little hobo,

He forgets he has a choice.

Not all trains need passengers,

Even if you are always the conductor.