Train Tracks

It seems as if in another life, I walked these pebbled tracks, away from the dusk, away from false confines, traveling down the spectrum of a dim rainbow that waits-- longingly within the distance. I balanced myself upon the rails - leaning right, jerking left-- keeping a friendship with the wind. I flew. Flew above the fears of others, above... but not away, and then I settled to earth - falling off the narrowness of the rail-- the slimness of life.