Dangerously Playing On Railroad Tracks
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train;
why would she be as reckless as rascals?
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
lining up on their thin edge small rocks...
not fearing death that can kill without pain.
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train.
In the prime of her youth, there are no perilous thoughts...
considering her childish mind, she's taking a huge, useless risk;
has she intoxicated her young body with drugs or alcoholic drinks?
In her prime of youth, there are no perilous thoughts;
is she on a suicidal mission...shortening her unhappy days?
Why has she chosen not to live as others, who pursue a task?
In the prime of her youth, there are no perilous thoughts...
considering her childish mind, she taking a huge, useless risk.
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not hearing the whistle of the approaching train;
what drives her to commit this deed of madness?
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
losing the perception of reality, which allows no short cuts;
and by not appreciating life, she prefers loss over gain.
Dangerously playing on railroad tracks,
not heaing the whistle of the approaching train.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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