there are some things
i can't write poems about
like a train headed my way
straight down the tracks
like it was pissed off at the world
because of its greed
it creates an earthquake
yes, the ground is shaking
and my foot is caught between the boards
as if a child were holding on to my ankle
i could probably escape
if i wanted to
but i don't want to
i'm going to play along
and pretend that i'm helpless in their grip
i can hear the thunder getting louder now
and it's getting larger in size
the train screams at me to move
but i can only stare as my response
i'm frozen solid under the sun
my shadow's getting shorter
and my life is about to end
i hold my breath
in...
passing me now
the train blows its smoke in to my face
i feel its head brush against my arm
and my heart pounds
my eyes are watering
and i can almost grow wings
i thought i was going to die
but this is only a short lived dream
i can't write poems about
like a train headed my way
straight down the tracks
like it was pissed off at the world
because of its greed
it creates an earthquake
yes, the ground is shaking
and my foot is caught between the boards
as if a child were holding on to my ankle
i could probably escape
if i wanted to
but i don't want to
i'm going to play along
and pretend that i'm helpless in their grip
i can hear the thunder getting louder now
and it's getting larger in size
the train screams at me to move
but i can only stare as my response
i'm frozen solid under the sun
my shadow's getting shorter
and my life is about to end
i hold my breath
in...
passing me now
the train blows its smoke in to my face
i feel its head brush against my arm
and my heart pounds
my eyes are watering
and i can almost grow wings
i thought i was going to die
but this is only a short lived dream