My Train of Thought

Written by: Michael Smith

My train of thought Seems to stop abrupt Arrives at every single station Fills to its capacity And with a push and shove Passengers unload With a barrage of every other question What shall I proceed, to be, asking myself The "what's or when's or how's" and such Only that they keep sending me off Upon different tracks and derelict directions Prolific is the search of further abstract actions To thus, accumulate a weight of burden baggage And never reaching in to hold any one conclusion Or an absolute, as I near my paradoxal destination