Splitting rails

trying to get it right before the day is done

 

trying to get it right before the sun

 

don’t want the night to catch me incomplete

 

with my work undone should I slumber

 

wake me up before I fall asleep

 

I must enter the games to compete

 

In the light of day I labor away

 

I could easily slip and fall in the dark and get hurt

 

my cogwheels are moving in commotion

 

I’m emotionally in rotation

 

unable to move outside of my probation

 

doing my best in a state of anticipation

 

making decisions in deep prohibition

 

trying to change my current situation

 

heading towards the next station

 

all are aboard and times are hard

 

dangling shadows of shackles in boxcars

 

abandoned in rail yards on the footpaths

 

I’m not on the fence about the evidence

 

of  the treachery of wars and money spent