Pigeonholed

From place to place

And time to time

The sense of a choice

Has never been mine

I follow a stream

To reach for the sea

I feel its a choice

I know its a dream

And a long trip it has been

The thought

In my mind therein lies a thought.

The thought becomes a word

The word becomes a sentence

The sentence becomes a poem

I grab pen and paper to write down this poem

But as the pen touches the paper

The poem suddenly makes no sense

The thought...has lost its meaning

And so has my innocence

Station ahead

It's been two years and change

Since i boarded this train

A sudden announcement

Awakens my Brain

Where are we? I ask

But there's no response

The people around me

Look so much like ghosts

What's the next station? I ask. 

Yet, still, no reply

I'm suddenly frightened

That it's all in my mind

Somebody answer me! Which...

"Static".......

"Attention all passengers. Station 0908 is next. We will be arriving shortly"

Control

As we begin

To seek within

Its hard to breathe

In paths unseen

As we proceed

To plant this seed

Just stop and think

And take some heed

Without control

You'll break and fall

You lose the key

You lose it all

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