they.

i have hate for the trains. fear of someone to fall in the rails.
only angry that i can call them "they".
i have gotten out of this, a book shelf, learning stoplights and traffic.
the drivers never got to looking at me in the eye when i cross the street.
none the less
unless i get to ride next to them, a passenger
and we chat about

what do you think

we reach
the end of the road i depart saying
"that's life"

"who cares?" at least i know we're talking to be walking;
i have hate for the unknowing
i might be right

ante.

eyes burn and i need sleep,
haunting of pasts can come to you 'til again we meet.
try to not be afraid
the excess holds me in a grip,
the music resonates away cold fingers and sweaty palms.
i tell myself that
least i know it does get to somewhere..something.

i think of us talking and are you there.
rate and i talk from a thousand to negativity,
my mind is racked in a pillory.
guess
i am under the bend with water in my ears.
always willing walking home alone
occupied with only myself.
it takes me a lot work and i spend a lot of time
all in due to the means, to the ends
i can hear her, a sweet woman laughing,
saying

it's gonna be a alright.