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“Can I use your phone?”
The sweat of fear seemed too great
Anticipation of anxiety had shown itself to be greater than fear
“Step away…”
For just a moment, I drowned myself in 50 years of lost dreams.
And then like the fire on the tracks, it was gone
Surprisingly peace walked into a crowded car and sat down beside me with a straw hat that covered his eyes
A hot desert crept along the window and burned my spirit, as I slept.
Long gone acquaintances waited to greet me once again
We had sang together years before and the reunion evoked old tunes of love and peace
I had seen this place before, remembered some of its tragic memories that I now rode through with a different mind
Tornadoes screamed at passing trains, careless of schedules or people
A woman laughed to herself because no one else would listen
For a moment, tears formed in the corner of my eyes, pity-filled for someone who had to decide
About a moment or a week of content
Just find a place to sit and lie and consider time
Movement held to a minimum of seconds and minutes of stops and starts
Where the moon stands guard over passengers by day and the sun stretches over them at night
I read a message from a messenger that told me to stand guard
I forgot it in less than an hour
And then it appeared again and I had to ask what does that mean?
I wake up and don’t feel you
Sleepless options tell the truth
I wish that I had chosen better
For just a moment the hours wouldn’t have mattered
If I could escape the freedom then perhaps I would know the answers
Did Scott have an idea?
Did Chris even think about it?
Did the emeralds of the city conspire to grab yet another
Noah, I still remember the first time
Why land in a sinking city of no hope?
Still more
Cars and numbers like 2, 3, 10 and 11
When the last compression confirms the end.
These thoughts of mine drift in and out of the frame.
I think and so I am… free but captive on a lost train…