In a prickly womb of over consciousness,
I lay

Thoughts like a railroad run through me,
Blowing up the leaves of my torment,
Blasting through the tranquility of my mind,
Like a bullet in the dark

How can I stop this train?
It’s speed and direction unerring,
Plowing through my sanity,
As snow is kicked up in the wheels

Maybe if this locomotive,
Could be slowed by just a bit,
I could grasp some reality,
Work through what I need to do

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