To see any clearer
  I drifted away

From your
   lies

From your
  madness

From your paperless
  tray
  
The word forest
   called

For my pen to break
  free

From the blurred
  introspection

Hovering close to your
  tree

When my vision
  unclouded

A bigger picture
  appeared

In whose distance
  I found

What your emptiness
  feared

(Train In Massachusetts: March, 2015)