train ramblings on sundays

driving driving driving
me insane
who's to blame for
the slow slipping of my mind
-------
that exhale
the sigh of relieving
my chest grows light
the heaviness to my toes
reaching with pale fingers
       i will try
that was my first
promise to you
before my eyes shut to sleeping
death and woke
-------
    tracing designs on my shoulder
my skin suddenly becomes endless
the trails you leave people's
pilgrimages
          the journey across the tan
              to the homeland
          the path across the skin
               to the free