A runaway train inside my head,
and with my train of thought I lie awake in bed.
So my head pounds with this thunder,
trying not to err, derail, and make a blunder.
With each new idea I frantically fret,
with my minds' propulsion like a jet.
Each passenger car with a new proposal,
to use my mind's track at its' disposal.
This runaway train without destination,
a pretend engineer rides without hesitation.
No brakes in the engine can I find,
so I may lose thoughts in my mind.
Never to see them and buried in time,
so I do not tarry in writing with rhyme.
For fear I may forget at great cost,
something on this transit that might get lost.
January 11,2004 |
Submission Name: Runaway Train
