chains
I wish that it were easy
set pen to paper, to display
close the lid, shut fast my eyes
sweet sleep at end of day
On time, on track, steaming full ahead
through straight and level pass
all the beauty of God's green creation
opposite my face, held captive by cold glass
to hear the crisp frost covered leaves
to wander, free for just for a day
just beyond some unknown farmer's field
I'd aimless make my way
but the longer that I wait it seems
the harder comes the choice
is it time that laughs or just the wind
in some locomotive voice.
© 2006 Lance Gallup
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