The hum of the wheels keeps me awake, if not focused,
traveling though time as well as space, no Einstein bent to let me pop put in
some other remote place, my thoughts do that, drawing me back, letting me see
the faces of people I have not seen in decades, some I will never see again on
this mortal coil, the rumble seemingly remove yet a constant reminder that I am
still in progress, still moving, going somewhere even if it is the place I
intended to go. I live too much in the past and longer for people no longer a
part of my life, as if in leaving them I have lost something valuable,
something I need, yet cannot retrieve, and I am condemned to keep going forward
when all I want is to go back
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