Light at the end of the tunnel
How many railroad ties will it take to get from here to where I'm going. Aimlessly rolling along the tracks without noticing the boxcars of baggage I'd been stowing.
So I slowly started sifting through forgotten freight as my rebuild picked up steam. Piecing myself back together with my updated route now clearly seen. It took grinding my gears to become aware that it's better to swap in hope for fears.
Eventually I'll find my way to where I am supposed to be. But for now I'll just ride the rails with my engine running wide open and free.
Copyright © Mike Oleary | Year Posted 2024
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