A hope train has me,
Wandering, unstopping motion
Racing down tracks of fancy
Jolting to reverse in an instant
And the tears come.
These little truth tellers watch
As we tear out of the trees of another ruined dream.
I feel the shaking in my bones.
My train hunts another spindly track.
Oh that I could step off!
Be free to an unmoved peace.
No;
No. No hope is no life.
Where is the true route with no turn arounds?
Real Path-Layer: Yours I seek.
Bring my wheels to Your color path
Your wisdom, Your temperance
must direct me onward.
Your way is curvy, is deep,
Narrow and hard to find.
I see not past these idle fantasies.
Please push me to Your places;
Rid my routes of these bent hopes.
Else I'll at last step off my track
Offering no past but daydreams.
(December 29, 2011)
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