Dreams unfold into metallic entanglement.
Lights and numbers speed by.
A hand hold, a foot grip.
I know not the wish you said.
Getting off at an abandoned station.
Left physically with only a passenger manifest.
Left internally with a migraine.
Lamenting the time spent traveling.
Come now, I’ll never get this right.
You know I broke the compass,
Snapped the divination rod.
Fate made with an uncertain blade.
I’m just a fool…
On parade.














