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The Tracks are rusting

My train won’t go

Slipping into heaven

Is a one-man show.



With a tip of my hat

I bow to the crowd

Their silent faces

So deafening and loud.



It escapes me

To think I never realized

The pain here

I never understand

What it is I fear,



But now I’m willing

To give in

And able to receive

This offering.



Is it love

Or just another

Dream, I’m dreaming?

Is it real

Or just another

Word I’m speaking?



I’m trying to survive this

I’m trying to deprive

Myself of this.



But it escapes me

To think I’ll never realize

The pain here

Never understanding

What it is I fear.



And I don’t believe

I can

And I don’t believe

I will

And I really don’t

Think I want to.



And it escapes me

To think I’d never

Realized the pain here

Always understanding

What it is I fear,

It’s here!