Hear the whimpering of a lonely train
Descending along the tracks
In hopes of a happier destination
The depth of feeling
Confused with paralysis
Twirling lit cigarette in my hand
Inhaling poison exhaling decay.

So tomorrow will be a new day
But I somehow must survive the next 24 hours
With a pocket full of dollars
Earmarked for decadence
Here comes the pouring rain
With not a dime in savings.

I don't want to leave
The pretty, soulful girl
At the station
There goes my ticket
My concept of salvation
But, if you desire honesty
I was unconsciously abandoning her
Long before the final gun for
I'm a coward at confrontation
A master of isolation
I'd rather be dancing around incinerating fear
Then write another ode to frustration
But talk is cheap...

Here I go again
Staring at the same
Forlorn face in the mirror
The one I want to shatter
Into a million bloody pieces
Jock, stoner, geek or thief
Replace and discard another mask
Losing a sense of self
I never embraced fully
There isn't anything humorous
About peace, love and understanding
That's why I'm reaching for the sky
Cause I never felt deserving, worthy
Until she showed me the way then
I showed her the door
Most disturbing indeed...

P-Oct 19, 2007.