done…

i hear the train wail…
moans…
where is it going…
doesn’t matter…
it’s leaving town…

and i have left town…
so many times…
wandering…
walking…
no happy tunes whistled…

those wild years…
running…
not from ghosts…
maybe myself…
truth…

now i settle…
alone…
facing demons…
and i do not run…
i’m done…

i hear the train wail…
moans…
where is it going…
doesn’t matter…
it’s leaving town…

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