It was a trackless railway
In the woods
A bit misunderstood
Stripped
Abandoned
And secluded

It was Illusionious
In its imprints

Its indentations
Of footsteps
Intersecting
In sections
With the phantoms
Of past steps

The glints
Of stimuli
Widened my eyes
In My
Accension
From feeble
Mindedness

Suspended

In rhymes
In rows
In times
And places

But this time
It's just different

As I

Blindly
Signed the sky
In denial
Of the price

And paid nothing