The Train From My First Book, Split Mind

The train People bustle and rush on board Me, I am already bored I scored a window seat I watch the trees fly by Feeling sick from last night’s defeat Which featured more whiskey than meat Today I am heading back to you Only, because I have nowhere else to go My eyes are low as I try and stay focused The green blur outside is like a wash of paint By my side, an old man is reading I wonder what it might be Trying desperately to take a peek Though I don’t want him to see He is reading poetry I love that My hat covers my eyes As I try to reach rest Knowing now, The road less travelled Is the road that is best