musings in a train... this has been haunting my brain for days on end, i hope you all enjoy.
it's all so bitter.
i mean - everything
this train is
moving too fast
and the sea
of sunflowers
is drowning
my friend the
scarecrow outside.
i mean - look
out that window!
how can you
say it's beautiful?
as it moves so fast
so bitterly out of...
out of reach.
i mean - she's gone.
she may have
watched as the
steam blows and
we move along
too far, too fast
but she's just
a figure in the distance
a shadow on the horizon
now, maybe forever.
i mean - my friend
the scarecrow he...
well he waited an
eternity for dorothy
but he's drowning
right out the window,
see?
it's all so bitter.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-08-19 at 11:45
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a train ride
"a train ride"it's all so bitter.
i mean - everything
this train is
moving too fast
and the sea
of sunflowers
is drowning
my friend the
scarecrow outside.
i mean - look
out that window!
how can you
say it's beautiful?
as it moves so fast
so bitterly out of...
out of reach.
i mean - she's gone.
she may have
watched as the
steam blows and
we move along
too far, too fast
but she's just
a figure in the distance
a shadow on the horizon
now, maybe forever.
i mean - my friend
the scarecrow he...
well he waited an
eternity for dorothy
but he's drowning
right out the window,
see?
it's all so bitter.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
Read 692 times
Written on 2006-08-19 at 11:45
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