Steal cold thoughts
As I hooked
My eyes on that sign
Yet I still
Need to ask you
For direction
And our time is short
It rushes like trees
Aganist our faces
And all these moments
Aganist our noses
We've traveled so much
We no longer know
What to call "home"
But you tought me once
That the darkness was only a shade
Of a train heading to nowhere
Like it wasn't my problem
YOU ARE READING
train tracks verses
PoetryI wrote these either on a train, or at night procrastinating studying.
