Derailment

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:

Anxiety

Worry

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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.

 

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