The
trains of thought that thunder in the night
Rattle
down the tracks, twisting wrong from right
Pulling
me this way and that, never quite sure
That
the destination I reach will be secure
Safe at
a way-point of a sheltered haven
Or
stranded alone in my isolation
The
end of the journey, so far from the beginning
I
open my eyes, and the wheels keep on spinning
© F
Martin
2013
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