THE TRAIN

THE TRAIN

I lose sight of what I yearned for 
in this sea of endless longing

I forget what I was born for
while I search for who I am

I’m dead to what I came for
in the flurry of arrival

I’ve lost my way at night
in praying always for the dawn

I’ve long since ceased to learn
when success is all that matters

I’ve forgotten how to feel
for thankless thoughts are all I think

and only when 
that braking squeal
breathes sharp 

and I at last
remember
my heart

has no need
to explain myself away
nor excuse how I am

only then

does the journey itself
become so electrifying 

that I no longer want to get off the train