the empty train

 i didn't mean to board this empty train,
 but love, like chocolate, stole away my brain
 and left me making choices based on whims --
 but opposites attract just antonyms.
 
 i don't know where we're going, and don't care:
 anywhere i am is everywhere
 you'd ever want to be, if you were me --
 a platypus, who sleeps on regency.

 no one to take my ticket. it seems strange
 they called me crazy; said i was deranged,
 but i'm just different, anyone can see --
 and difference is what makes you

 like me

Tagged: Tags

Leave a Reply