No time to hold onto a strap,
to stay standing, retain balance.
Jerking forward – or is it backwards? –
with whiplash speed, hurtling
past those signs from years past:
YOU HAVE NO WORTH
large, garish type
DON'T WASTE TIME ON DREAMS
I want to close my eyes. Not see
these outdated messages, strung out
along these tracks. back back back
Where this train takes me, I don't wish
to go. But this train doesn't stop on it's own.
I could throw myself off, getting bruised,
torn up, risking breakage. Instead,
I wrestle the brake.
Yeah, had me a bit of a meltdown this morning. But can't afford to stay there long - it's an expensive train ride. So, I wrote a poem. Cheaper than therapy! And as I finished up this poem, this song popped into my head. I got to see Jethro Tull a couple of times, eons ago! Still great - and this song is one of my favorites.