And all the walls they look the same
as they go rushing past
Both my eyes they stay the same:
Pressed shut against the glass
Brick by brick and brick by brick and
brick by brick I go
On twinning tracks that take me further
from a place I do not know
Wrap my arms around myself Pillow hands against the shelf
Close my eyes to the raging world. . .
Look for me— Arizona heat, Cali drought,
Oregon rain
When you think you know you've lost me
find I'm sleeping on the train
Now the fields whip past the glass
my lids stay together
Cannot see the way ahead; cannot
spy the weather
Day to night and day to night and day to night
time flies
The grouped, chain-smoking pistons softly
exhale to the skies
Your arm around your shoulder
Remain as though a boulder
Close your eyes to the raging world...
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
And all the walls they look the same
as they go rushing past
Both my eyes they stay the same:
Pressed shut against the glass
Brick by brick and brick by brick and
brick by brick I go
On twinning tracks that take me further
from a place I do not know
Wrap my arms around myself Pillow hands against the shelf
Close my eyes to the raging world. . .
Look for me— Arizona heat, Cali drought,
Oregon rain
When you think you know you've lost me
find I'm sleeping on the train
Now the fields whip past the glass
my lids stay together
Cannot see the way ahead; cannot
spy the weather
Day to night and day to night and day to night
time flies
The grouped, chain-smoking pistons softly
exhale to the skies
Your arm around your shoulder
Remain as though a boulder
Close your eyes to the raging world...
c. 2019
