Walking along the railroad tracks
Each tie a step into nowhere
They reach far into the horizon
Even unto the setting sun.
The trees whisper to each other
A language I can only hear
Desperation, inspiration, reflection
Only knowing life for what it lacks.
How I wish for purpose, pleasure,
How I feel broken, abused,
Shattered glass longing for integration
No longer the tried and true,
Letting go, no one is amused.
Memories on a merry-go-round
The ups and downs personified
Which one has a ticket to ride
The rest will watch and hide.
We know the game, we look the same
And now our fervent hearts we tame,
To heal, to be whole, no longer lame.
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