Interrupted are my thoughts By the train Familiar humm Like a warm blanket Or a mothers arms Old town New skin Doped up On technology And speed Of life Midnight kisses Replace Drunken frenzies And cold walks Late traveler Carries me like cargo Through Little fingers Grasp the engine On new tracks Derailed This trip is Perfect As perfect as Perplexion of New thoughts Of old friends Before little feet Were a thought Pitter pattering by Wheels and gears turning Cars endlessly long Connected Dream to dream
Gorgeous, though I wish ya woulda edited the format to make it more compact instead of being so drawn out. But I loved the imagery and your wording. Good place this put me in.
Good stuff, i liked your message and you have a good voice. Keep on writing our thoughts are what seperates us from being completly part of the mindwashed society.
