The Track Side of the World


Another sun rose on converging tracks

Shedding light on forgotten backs

Graffiti brightens weathered wood and stone

A world rushed past, discarded and alone


World’s seem endless, far and wide

Though tracks divide side by side

Yet other sides cannot exist

If they did it would be missed


What is missed remains unseen

As does the time and space between

This ride planned doesn’t go everywhere

The straight and narrow’s only halfway there


The other half depends on you

All’s seeking direction as we all do

Equals always parallel, horizons curve and bend

All paths end on point, our perch will depend




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