in some insight
i see I avoid
and it's gone
hidden
in my fear
or what
supervises
the rails
i barrel down
calling myself
a thought
steering me from
knowing
what shan't i know
I am talking to my skin
and those muscles
and, really, that cord
down my back it knows
keeps me ignorant
what i need to know
to imagine i drive
spinning my
plastic wheel
closely watched
we turn i grin