Its 1 a.m, is it late night or early morning?
Sleepless, wonder where the train is going.
What if the tracks give way,
What if a big boulder gets in the way?!
Imagination is the limit, it feels,
To all the possibilities that could go wrong.
Hold those thoughts, say a prayer,
What is meant to, will anyway occur.
Incoherence lulls, tiredness engulfs,
Darkness transforms, comfort seeps, sleep thankfully soothes.
Sleepless, wonder where the train is going.
What if the tracks give way,
What if a big boulder gets in the way?!
Imagination is the limit, it feels,
To all the possibilities that could go wrong.
Hold those thoughts, say a prayer,
What is meant to, will anyway occur.
Incoherence lulls, tiredness engulfs,
Darkness transforms, comfort seeps, sleep thankfully soothes.
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