Tunnels of Ambiguity (A.Hail.Of.Bullets.Is.All.I.Feel Remix)
On trains
on trains
trains that travel through tunnels of ambiguity in delusion
The rectangular motion of the subtle wheels meld into the subconscious
A failed and flawed and fragrant commuter routine of blood sweat and ignorance.
And ignorance of blood and sweat and tears
and tears of blood sweat in ignorance
Outside fragmented windows stand the borders of disease that border humanity as a whole
Humanity is a disease some would say
some would say it isn't.
A chaotic jumble of envy and spiritless ineptitude is all that I can view in the darkness
We all roll into the station whilst time grinds still but in the precious seconds we can't
keep still.
Forged and tattered tickets to oblivion checked by the conductor of greed.
We all conduct greed at some point in our life
We just need a nudge and a wink to get back on track.
The end of the line stretches into infinite divergences.
And on another platform somewhere stands a man who looks just like me
And who smiles just like me
And who cries just like me
But maybe he will not die quite like me
And maybe if we met he would not like what he sees in me.
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010
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