I sit idly inside my mind
before the Train arrives.
I wander between my ears, behind my eyes -
wondering where I'm going.
I am lost in outer space.
Yet I maintain these chains;
bound by racing thoughts of wasted days,
rigid with tense trepidation.
I'm greeted with a groan
in this dank cave far below -
the Train is blameless - because it has no control,
having spent its life on a single track.
I approach the machine
and hear cold metallic warnings,
steamy breaths and engines roaring;
I pause and vacillate
I inhale deeply and stare
It groans back into motion, unaware.
And I turn, and leave.