X. On the Train
It muses through my cranium,
Grey matter that lights up ad libitum
When sometimes all that goes into it,
Is something as mundane as a train (with people in it)
The daily rides I take or wait,
Give rise to stories that never wait
For once somebody misses her train,
Let’s see if she won’t scream into the drain
Now, as I end my every day,
I do look back and hear me say
That though life is not an action flick,
It’s these ideas we have that click.
