to nowhere. Want to come along?
I’m not sure of where we’re going or
if we’ll ever get off. They don’t make
stops on this train. But there are windows

to look through and watch
the rain. You can put on some music
and zone out if you please. You can lean
your head against the glass and

get dizzy. It’s a blur as we pass. Things
don’t take shape. The colors bleed together. There is
no escape.  It feels monotonous. And you get
easily tired. The days string together like birds

on a wire. If only I was a feather I
could drift away. But my face is like leather
and my hair is turning grey. I sit as a stone
all alone on splintered wood, that jabs me

in the leg. But I’ve lost circulation. So, I
don’t notice. I’m morose as burnt toast. Yet I keep
moving, on a one-way track to nowhere. Tell me
when we get there. Wake me up if  I’m sleeping.

There were so many
soft and delicate angles
in your smile.
Was it a weapon forged
to destroy me or
was it a cure created
to save me?
I guess time will tell.

What if I told you, young man.

What if I told you, you will be an adventurer. Not just land but mind body and soul.
What if I told you, you would be wild and un-tamed like a cloud before a storm.
What if I told you, You would be loved heard, respected, and admired in the places of absent thought.
What if I told you, your deepest dream would wrap you in perfect euphoria just to be with you.

What if I told you....that you would be hated.
What if I told you, you would get lost in the sea's of the mind and heart.
What if I told you, bridges burn faster when fueled by neglect.
What if I told you, you would hold the hearts of love in your hands and throw them to the wind.

What if I told you....you'll be okay.
What if I told you....dont worry young man. These are not but the tears of time settling in the letters of mind.

And its my word for yours in a yours that is ever mine.
Do not worry young man, for what i have told, its only the prelude to the story that is only ever.

Yours.