I met you at the station
you said wanted to go anywhere but here.

I said to look for the tracks that
are the most uninviting. You
took my arm. I wished for

something better and here it came,
disguised by dirt, dislocation and greying days.

Your ticket says no return but
mine is undefined, watchful, ready
to bolt or to linger. You say you love
the stations from afar.

There's not much of me
requested, but the splinters that you
do, I gift hopelessly. The

smallest glimpse of light approaching
filtered through dank, oppressive air
are superior, surely? than finite life
exhausted watching the dark.

By the night you amplify,
when you have enjoyed my fill and
left with little but fingerprints and
recollections, casting parallel shadows
on directions that await.

I give you almost everything
except for the words that
travel nowhere but my head.

You gave me the signal
a briefest flash of red
that stopped this in its tracks.

look into my eyes,go forwards
then down, down, down,
under my smile to my frown
past my heart filled with scars
around my lungs that have tried so hard
through my ribs, down my spine
Stop; look up and when you barely see light
look around for a small black box, shackled and chained
then for a key pure as gold
unlock the box and watch as my my emotions burst free
and travel up full of colors so bright
travel up, up,  and up, come out of my eyes;
shining with happiness
watch as my emotions are finally freed.

Thing that I want?
Thing that I would love to do?
Thing that'll help me survive this world?

What is it that'll satisfy myself?
How can you?
How can she?
Help me.

Left or right?
There or here?

Will this make me glad?

What is it?
Where to?
How to?
When will?

Please..

take the next exit
after the full moon, and
turn right at the end
of losing yourself
in the next song,
then ask directions
to the best place
for watching people eat
their favorite food,
where you’ll find me wondering
how long it took to find
the pleasure of your company
as I hand you a compass rose
open to the direction
of our hearts breaking
over the horizon

Four Directions, there are, for you to perceive.
Four Directions, at the center there is me.
If I could see in Four Directions, no one could see me..

If I could only see in Four Directions, I truly would be free.
Four Directions, creating space around me.
Four Directions, if I could only see..

If I could see in Four Directions, I would be you and you would be me.
Four Directions, we could trade and see, what it would be like
to perceive Four Directions,

If we could only see..

The way the sun filters
through the window,
switching over the dashboard
as we change directions.
Creating freckles on your skin.
The way it makes your hair glint
red,
spreading out to flicker in your
eyes.

I'm lost.
Intensely so.
Lost adrift or on land or in any place between.
Lost like the credibility of someone when they judge a stranger on the color of their hair.
Lost like a tan when you move to Ireland.
Lost like that scrap of paper that cute person at the club who sounded like your soulmate might gave you their number on.

Sometimes I find directions.
North, then west at the fork in the road.
Follow along until you find salvation at the bottom of a green bottle.

Now I'm not found.
I'm more lost than ever, really.
Lost like I have been the moment I could step past my home's threshold.
I'm just lost in another direction.

They are talking
Together
But the words
Are going
In two
Different directions