Look of Wandering
I think of me then
I see her… Not understanding
The look of wandering…
I heard the dinging
I see the lights flashing
At the train crossing
I was in another place
A blank stare on my face
Staring without blinking
Always distracted
After the train passed
She didn’t know
I was thinking of wind
Tickling my skin
With the sound of steel wheels
Making music on rails
In a place where a dream
Or sometimes a past sin
Is found and lost again
She couldn’t see me
Passing through wrong sides
Of town after nameless town
Listening to that spiritual sound
Of freedom
But freedom
Comes at a cost
Sometimes I wonder
If I know
Or if I care
What she thinks… I lost
After my escape
Into my fate
With the look of wandering on my face

Truthful Lies
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
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